to never return like his parents, and it makes me all the more resolved to prove to him that he doesn’t have to worry about that.
I’m not going anywhere.
“I promise you this, Nikolas: I’m never leaving you again. I’m never going to leave you alone. We’re a family.” I glance at Victoria, who’s listening from the other room, making sure she can hear me as well.
The look on her face tells me she knows she’s included in this too. “We’re a family, and I’ll always be here for you. Now, let’s go get some of those chocolate chip cookies that Victoria made.”
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I found my angel.
Then I broke her wings.
Alexis should’ve never set foot in my world.
Men like me stain girls like her. We take their innocence and tear it to shreds.
She thinks she’s tough. She thinks she can handle me.
But she doesn’t know just how deep my darkness goes.
It was for the best that I claimed her for a night and left her behind.
Anything more than that would have been cruel.
I thought I’d seen the last of Alexis Wright.
So imagine my surprise two years later when the door to my office opens…
And she walks in.
The girl I ravaged. The girl I devoured.
Now that’s she’s in front of me again, I have just two questions for her:
First—what is she doing here?
And second…
What does she mean, “our baby”?
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Alexis
It is getting dark outside.
I flick on the lamp at my desk and stretch up in my chair, trying to avoid the inevitable end-of-the-day hunch. My stomach grumbles and I slide open the bottom drawer of my desk, eyeing the goodies inside. Ah, yes, the good ol’ secret snack drawer. It’s a secret not because I’m ashamed of how much I snack, but because Vicky Oberman in the cubicle across from me will pop over the divider like a meerkat if she hears the tell-tale crinkle of a bag of chips.
I pull out a packet of Twizzlers and slide the drawer shut. I stare at the blinking cursor on my computer screen while I gnaw on the end of a stick of strawberry licorice. I told my fiancé, Grant, that I would be home late tonight because I wanted to finish up this story, but I’m not sure I can be bothered.
It’s just a fluff piece—the unlikely story of how a community center caretaker found the exact skates he used to wear when he visited the center as a child. Mr. Finkel spent half of the interview reminiscing about how much everything used to cost in those days (a can of soda—a nickel; a hot dog—a quarter; two scoops of ice cream—ten cents), and the rest of the time talking about how kids these days have no appreciation for the luxury of having a community center to go to.
Now, it is my job as the dedicated local news journalist to turn that pile of boring jelly into a thought-provoking article examining the role of community centers in empowering the youth of tomorrow.
Or at least, that’s how I’ve decided to spin it. My editor, Debbie Harris, just wants me to write the story. In fact, her exact words were, “Nobody’s going to read it but that caretaker, so just make sure you don’t misspell the guy’s name.”
Debbie makes no bones about how she doesn’t expend time or energy on the puff pieces when there are bigger stories to tell. I just wish she would give me one of those bigger stories. My work at the New York Union so far has involved precious little in the way of substance.
“Wright!” comes a clipped voice from the entrance to my cubicle.
Oh, boy. Speak of the devil.
I spin to face Debbie, a Twizzler still hanging out of my mouth. She is a stern-looking Scottish woman with perfectly coiffed blonde hair, black-lined eyes, and lipstick that is never out of place. She has a commendably infinite selection of bold-colored pantsuits. Today’s number is a fuchsia blazer and slacks with a bright white top underneath. She looks about forty-five, but in my