Rose
“I don’t know what you are talking about, Joey. Sometimes you talk jibberish,” I roll my eyes.
Lucious, if anything, darkens his gaze.
“You and I both know you know what Joey is talking about. If you don’t want to do it, don’t. No one is forcing you to.” He says. Voice hard, his words a little kind. Better than I somehow expected, or maybe I am being delusional.
“Mummy, you know what I am saying is true! You don’t want to sacrifice.”
“No, Joey, cause what if she asked me to sacrifice you, huh? What do I do then? Does it mean I have to sacrifice you? I don’t want to lose anything anymore, especially for people that turn out to be ungrateful later.”
I carry this vengeance with me. Maybe one day I will heal and maybe not. But the fact is that I am done giving up something. My life
