will be together forever. No more unhappiness for any of my special ones. Thank you.”
She’d closed her eyes and he knew in his heart that she’d accepted her fate and was thankful for it. For him. He loved that he was able to free them. No more pain or sadness.
He stilled for a single moment, enjoying the expectation of her nakedness spread before him. His erection grew as he enjoyed the beauty before him. She was perfect as a special one. Her fresh bruises a testament that she’d earned this right. He grasped her spread thighs and slammed his dick into her, feeling her shudder around him. She knew this was necessary. A final cleansing for Jocelyn.
It was going to happen way too quickly for him this time, knowing that she would be his ultimate. A shudder rolled down his spine. Yeah, he was out of time. He slammed the syringe home into her chest and emptied it. The release of the drug this close to her heart made her death immediate. She clenched around him in death and he experienced the ultimate climax as he emptied into the condom, his last before Julie.
Next time, he would find bliss in Julie’s body and they’d both finally be free of their pain. Free of this sad, painful life.
Chapter 38
Julie settled into the covers of her bed and picked up her telephone. Every time she thought about doing this, she needed to make a list. That just meant she was on the right track by making this call. She needed to work out these emotions and deal with her sister.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Rach, it’s me.”
“Hey, you. How are you feeling?”
“I’m good. I went back to work this week and everything’s really good.” Julie played with the stitching on the quilt of her bed, fighting the urge to pick up a pen. God, she didn’t know how to get into this with her. “Rachel,” she whispered, “I’m really sorry.”
“Sorry for what, Peanut?”
Julie swallowed her tears, needing to be able to talk so she could get through this. “I’m sorry I blamed you when my life fell apart. I knew it wasn’t your fault, but I needed someone to blame for my world collapsing around me last year.”
“Jules, you know you don’t have to apologize to me for that. You were hurting. It was a natural reaction. There’s nothing to forgive here. We’re family. It’s all good. Besides, I’m a psychologist. Even when you get furious with me, usually I know why you feel that way.”
Julie gave a watery laugh. “God, do I even want to know how many psychological papers you’ve written about me? It helps to have the entire manual of psychotherapy in one person in your family, huh?”
Rachel’s light laughter tinkled across the distance of the phone. “I got my on the job training way early in life. But seriously, are you really okay? How was your appointment with Dr. Eckert?”
“It was good. I mean really good. I think I’m going to really get better this time. He pointed out some things about what happened when we were kids that I never considered.” She swallowed again. “I’ve worked so hard to never think about it. I never gave myself a chance to process those events as an adult.”
“Jules, we were both too young to deal with what we did.”
“Do you think we made a mistake never telling mom and dad about it?”
“At the time, absolutely. We should have told them. We were too young, you especially, to be able to process that kind of trauma. And it was a trauma for both of us. You weren’t the only one who had a hard time dealing with it all. There’s a reason I became a psychologist.” Her voice lowered. “Jules, you’re so strong. I know you think the issues you’ve been having, especially in the last year, are about you being weak. But as a professional, I look at you and see how incredibly strong you are. Most eleven year olds would have buckled under the trauma you went through without help, but you didn’t. You just became so much stronger for it. I’ve always admired that strength and I’ve seen it all again this past year.”
“I’m not strong. I’ve been an incredible coward, but I’m doing better. I’m getting better.”
“Does this have anything to do with a certain gorgeous blond hunk that never left your side in the hospital?”
“Yes,” Julie whispered. “Rach, Chris was Nugget’s father.”