Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

Shackled (The Lord Series)

120. Reyes

I never liked Christmas, it reminds me of all the times Roxanne spent all the money my father earned with his hard work on booze and drugs. Even on Christmas he had to work, leaving soon after Alec and I opened our presents. As soon as the front door closed, Roxanne would take away our gifts and leave to exchange them for cheap vodka or shrooms. But this year will be different as Angel put a lot of thought into our first Christmas together as a family. I hope she likes what I got her, as I’ve never bought a woman presents.

I left the apartment in the middle of the night, wanting to return before the others woke up. And now I am standing in front of an old house that is in shambles. Part of the rooftop is caved in, and some windows are broken, making me wonder how someone can live here. Many times, I found myself standing in front of it, but never had the courage to go inside, not wanting to face my past…but now, I want to put an end to it.

I enter. The stench of human feces and vomit hits me hard, making me gag, and I cover my nose with my sleeve.

Most of the furniture is gone, and what is left is broken. Trash, roaches, and rats are all over the place. My OCD is starting to go wild, and I make my way to the top floor, wanting to be done what I came here to do. The door to the master bedroom is open, and I enter. A woman who is only skin and bones is sleeping on a dirty mattress; bottles and syringes are piled in a corner, confirming what I already know.

fear flash

When I stand next to the mattress, she wakes up, fear flashing in her green eyes. Her hair is greasy, and her clothes are full of stains, the body odor coming from her makes my eyes water.

“Hello, mommy dear,” I sneer.

I always hated my eyes because they reminded me of my mother. Why couldn’t I inherit the amber color from my father, like Alec did?

She tries to grab my legs, but I move away from her. “My son.”

I pull out a knife. “I am not your son,” my voice comes out so calmly it surprises me. I thought I would sound as angry as I

rel, all this hatred I harbored for this woman since she sold Alec and me, eating me from the inside out. “You sold me. And Alec. Remember?”

“Forgive me,” she whimpers.

the only one who can decide if your sins are forgiven or

are going to

with a shower, as I

But I haven’t paid the bills

will have to endure her stench then.

don’t know.” The tone of her voice lets

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will tell me everything I want

and make her beg for her life

you find Azael,” she finally tells me what I want to

What about him?”

and closes her eyes,

their mother

and I used to share. I expect to see it full of filth, but it is surprisingly clean. Memories rush to me and I know I can’t linger too long here, but before I leave I take the only picture I see on the nightstand. I am three in this picture, and I straddle Alec’s right thigh. My mother looks healthy, while my father smiles happily. I rip the part

the bottom floor, hoping the rats will eat

side of the sidewalk, and we stare one

going to be a

say to him, and now my mouth goes dry, and I

he says

me know

she is

me he is ready to