Filthy (A Stepbrother Romance) #1(29)

“You will be.” I snarled just as I fell into the abyss.

“Where are you?” The person asking the question repeated himself many times but I continued to shake my head, over and over again ignoring him. My stomach was on the verge of pouring its contents out.

“I told you I don’t know.” I screamed, as searing pain shot through my eyes. The images before me played out like a play, colors of every spectrum showed, and I smiled as an image of Maggie filtered into the dark spots.

“Do you not understand the severity of your actions Killer? Do you not understand that with her birth comes your death?” The man was talking in circles, circles that I refused to follow him through. Instead I continued staring at images of Maggie and I from the past.

Happiness filled my chest, lifting me up. I had to find her, bring her home, and show her just how much I loved her. Just how sorry I was for breaking us both, for causing our damnation.

“Your memories of her are very strong.” The man once again interrupted the wonderful play going on inside of my head. Oh god, how I wished for peace and quiet.

“You know nothing.” Was all I murmured not wanting to ruin the precious mintue’s I had with her. He didn’t know Maggie. He couldn’t. No one did. Only I did. She was mine. All mine.

“He’s going into shock, dose him up and then bring her in. When he wakes up, he needs to see her.” I could hear there whispers, and it was then that I realized just how far gone I was.

Where was I really, and what had they done with girl, who I now understood as Maggie?