The Great Divide (The Memoirs of Abel Mondragon Book 3) by Chase Erwin

Author:Chase Erwin [Erwin, Chase]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-10T16:00:00+00:00

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“That bastard!” I was pacing around the library as Mial sat in his chair. I could feel his eyes following me as I walked briskly around the floor.

“I am not sure what to say,” Mial said. “Except that I am sorry you endured that… And for what happened afterward.”

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A week later, and I still felt dirty. I had taken baths, I had taken showers, and I couldn’t wash it off. I still felt the dirt of what I had done, making the drugs; the dirt of Trevalyn’s anger, his force… covering my skin, growing around me.

Dozens of times in those short few days I had wanted to break free, to tell someone, to get help – but Trevalyn would always remind me that he was a teacher’s aide at the guild. I was just a troublemaking wretch. He had the power to make anyone else believe I was acting alone, creating this little drug ring for myself.

“Including your brother,” he’d always add.

I must tell someone, I thought repeatedly. No, I would always chide myself, you’ll be a laughingstock of the town. How pathetic Abel must be to let something like that happen to him! What a weakling.

Antareus would help if he knew. My brother would undoubtedly kill Trevalyn and the gang if I told him what had taken place in that dank warehouse… and especially if I told him about what I witnessed between Trevalyn and Thoben.

At my first opportunity, while the gang were in a deep state of drugged slumber, I bolted for the farmhouse. My eyes were tired and my limbs more so as I ran across town, making a beeline for home.

As I ran I kept thinking about the things I said to Antareus and how cruel I was. That wasn’t me, I told myself. That was some dark part of me that I let overtake me, but now I was so sorry I had spoken to him the way I did for something so important to him.

I’d apologize to him first before moving on to the mess I had gotten myself in, I thought, vaulting myself over the closed gate to the farmhouse.

I tumbled like a sack of flour to the ground. My legs shredded against the gravel path. Fighting past the pain, I forced myself to run to the front door.

It was locked. I banged on the door fervently. “Antareus!” I yelled. “It’s me! Abel! Please let me in!”

There was no answer. I peered through every window, rapping my knuckles against the glass. “Please,” I begged, “please, I’m so sorry for how I’ve treated you. I need your help! Please, please, please…”

Antareus was not inside the house. I tried for the small storage shed behind the house. The door to the shed was padlocked and chained shut.

A stiff breeze passed across my neck as I turned around and looked out over our farmland.

Dejected, I trudged back to town. I didn’t know what to do or where to go. There was a fountain in the town square that I always sat at on days when I had nothing else to do.

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