Revenge After Death

"Come on, Stephie," Steven grabbed my wrist as I attempted to leave.

Before Joel, who was outside the door, could enter the house, Steven kicked the door shut, trapping Joel outside.

Startled by his frustration, I asked in puzzlement, "What do you want—"

"I want to lock you up... in the basement, where I'll be the only one knowing of your existence," Steven's voice was hoarse as if suppressing his emotions.

He pressed me against the corner, enveloping me with a pressuring demeanor.

I had never seen him like this before; and honestly, I was rather scared by his current behavior.

It reminded me of what Mom wrote in her log, how Steven had imprisoned Stephanie in the basement and abused her.

"Y-You're not serious, are you?" I asked shakily.

Steven pulled me into his arms, sighing softly.

"Stephie... I just want you to live a normal life, with friends like Rachel, and a normal... husband and children. Spending the rest of your life happily, safely, without worries." "I'll give you that regardless of the price to pay... " Steven added softly.

was Steven's

inexplicably raced as I listened, leaning against his chest and feeling his heartbeat beneath. For some reason,

me whispered that Steven himself wasn't included in that wish, as if he had always seen himself as

would eventually let go

recite the pi thing to prove it?" Steven ruffled my hair without answering. Though it was just a simple gesture of comfort, it managed to ease my

of security and was constantly enveloped in

me... " I

is a genius, isn't he? So you should have

realized that my numb heart could

from my angry steps earlier as he looked

his arms, as though I weighed

his muscular arm, confirming that it was his

incident,

settled me on the

a severe headache and felt drowsy, slipping into a series

emotions. Do you truly believe she