I needed to speak to my parents. Find out who I was. Warn them of what was coming.
Thinking of Dax, my skin crawled as volatile images of what could happen to us flashed through my brain. Biological or not, they were all I had. They’d raised me, given me a good life. Even if it was built upon lies.
As with every story, there was never just one side. They came in threes. Right now, all I had was the prelude of one. There was so much I didn’t know. My family had skeletons about to pour from the closet, and I was in bed with the monster from my daydreams, a sick addiction.
He wanted to use me for something, I knew that for sure. I’d be a fool not to be terrified, but I was coming to terms with accepting the worst. Judas wanted a queen to maneuver on his personal chessboard. My parents wanted a daughter ignorant to their sordid way of life.
I was going to give them all what they wanted. I was good at keeping dirty secrets. I was even better at playing pretend.
I’d play the role expected of me, ignore the wounds inflicted by the ones who took advantage of people for personal gain.
I’d be his, and he’d be mine until the bitter fucking end, because if my world was going to go up in flames, then so was his.