The Beastly Brothers: Carnival of Sin by K.M. Mixon

The Beastly Brothers: Carnival of Sin by K.M. Mixon

Author:K.M. Mixon [Mixon, K.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-10-30T16:00:00+00:00


“You’re okay, peach.” Ivan’s voice breaks me out of the memory as I come to. I’m covered in sweat.

God, it’s been years since I thought of that night.

I’m sure it had been all the commotion in the barn. Being so near a firearm again had been alarming. I swore I never would be in a million miles of one, which is unrealistic, I know.

The night I’d killed my dad, was the night I’d also killed my mother. Figuratively.

“Don’t try to talk,” Ivan tells me. “It’s too hard to talk after one. I know. I’ve got you.”

He holds me tight as I feel the icy fingers of the night terror slip away from me.

I’d been older, and she’d been long gone when I finally realized she’d put the gun there. She put it there to save me, if necessary, because she always shoved me in that pantry when he came home.

The bullet I’d shot had entered the side of his head, killing him instantly. In the years that followed, I spent my time racked with guilt, and yet, happy he was gone.

I’d saved my mother and damned her that night. She’d never recovered. Currently, she sits in an institution outside Middleburg. She doesn’t speak, she barely eats, and she doesn’t live. She’s a shell.

I’d saved her, but she acts as though I’m the one who damned her.

The police had chalked it up to self-defense, and defense of another, and the case was closed quickly. It helped that everyone in town knew who Crazy Jerry was and that he beat his wife.

I didn’t go to his funeral. I don’t even know if there was one. Mama was a wreck, and I refused to go with her to claim his body. I don’t know what became of the man.

One can only hope he’s rotting in the furthest reaches of hell. No matter what happened to Mama, he’d have come for me next. He wouldn’t have stopped.

I look over at Ivan and wonder how he can love me. How can he love a murderer? How can I ever tell him?

You can’t.

I shiver, and Ivan pulls me tighter into him.

We often hold onto things that aren’t good for us the tightest. Isn’t that always the way?



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