Unhinge - Calia Read Page 0,114

by seconds, and jerk the knife out of Nathan’s hands. He turns around and his eyes widen. I see the fear in his eyes as I raise the knife.

Now or never.

With both hands curled around the handle I drive it as hard as I can into his chest.

He grunts. It’s a sound that comes from within his chest. He falls to the ground.

I jump on top of him, pull out the knife, and plunge it even deeper. Blood coats the blade and handle, making my hands slip. Yet that doesn’t stop me. I keep stabbing.

Anger is a hurricane of an emotion. It can sweep into your life and tear everything upside down. It steals all rationality until you have no choice but to expunge the emotion out of your soul before it eats you alive.

At this point, that’s all I want. For this to end. For my soul not to be haunted any longer.

My vision starts to go blurry, but I keep stabbing him. I can’t seem to stop and at this point, I don’t know if I want to.

“Victoria!” someone shouts. But the voice sounds far away. “Victoria, stop!”

I raise the knife one more time, only to have someone stop me. I turn and look into the eyes of Sinclair.

Very slowly my surroundings start to come into focus. Alice is screaming, her body half-draped over Nathan. His eyes are open, staring lifelessly at the ceiling.

I look down at my hands and find them coated with blood. A sob tears from my throat.

“Let go of the knife. He’s dead.” My labored breaths punctuate each second that passes by. I don’t want to let go. I’m almost afraid to. But my arms slowly extend and with shaking hands, I drop the knife into Sinclair’s waiting hands.

This can’t be happening, I tell myself. This can’t be happening.

But deep down I know that it is.

Alice cradles Nathan’s head in her lap. Copious amounts of blood seep out of his wound. Alice doesn’t seem to care. She lets the blood coat her skin and rests her forehead against his head. “Fairfax is no place for a baby….Fairfax is no place for a baby….”

Alice continues to scream out in pain. I can’t be in this room anymore. I stagger out of the cabin with Sinclair right behind me. Greedily, I suck in all the fresh air that I can. Just then two cop cars pull up, their flashing lights making me wince. They run up to us, take in our appearance. They’re speaking. I watch their mouths move but I can’t make out a single word.

Sinclair points to the shed. One stays with us, the other goes inside.

My shoulders are stiff but I can’t stop looking around. The pain around my heart starts to spread, seeping into my veins until soon it’s all I can feel. I breathe it in. Exhale it out.

I gasp for air.

I feel hands touch my back and jerk away.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Sinclair says.

Nothing is okay, and I don’t know if anything will be okay. “He killed them both,” I croaked.

Saying the words out loud just makes the pain intensify. “Our baby’s gone.” My hands wrap around my knees. I want to curl up in ball, compact this agony, and make this pain go away.

Sinclair’s hands gently hold my face. I try to push out of his hold but his grip is unshakable. “Stop, Victoria. Please.” My tears trail down my cheeks and onto his hands as I stop fighting him. “He didn’t kill our child,” he whispers.

At first I don’t think I’ve heard him right. My body stiffens.

My hand stills and I think my heart does too.

He looks me straight in the eye and says very slowly: “Our child is alive.”

The center of my life, my existence gives way over his words. Out of everything I’ve experienced today, I know that this is the one thing that will break me.

I shake my head, wanting to believe his words but terrified to hold on to them.

“The doctor was trying to tell you that he survived. He was trying to tell you that during the surgery you lost too much blood. Your uterus was taken out…you almost died.”

My lips start to quiver. Sinclair reaches out and covers my hand with his. “I promise you, our child is alive and well.”

My emotions have been jerked left and right and instinctively I want to believe what he’s telling me, but right now, there’s no room for hope, or even happiness. My mind is