Twinsequences Ivy (Twisted Twin #2)(32)
I stood, not caring if I caught the security officer’s attention. “If you follow me, I’ll put a bullet through his little body. You think I’m crazy, right? You think I’m capable of awful things? Take one step toward me and I’ll show you how crazy I can be.”
I spun around, prepared to walk away and never look back, and that’s when four armed officers met me. “Ivy Wheeler, you are under arrest. Anything you say can be held against you…”
“No!” I screamed. “Don’t come any closer. I’m armed, and I’ll hurt this baby if I have to. None of you understand. You couldn’t begin to see I’m not the bad guy. It’s her you want. I’m Willow, she’s Ivy.”
“It’s not going to work this time, Ivy.” Stoshua came out of nowhere, carrying Destiny. “They know everything. You’re going away for the rest of your life. It’s over. Surrender before it gets ugly. Give Marcus to his mother.”
Out of the corner of my eye I spotted the man who’d given me the ride. He was pointing in my direction, telling an officer about what he experienced. The officer was checking out the pistol I’d left in the guy’s car, making sure it was no longer loaded.
More police blocked the entrances; others approached.
“Ma’am, put the baby down.”
I checked in every direction, desperately searching for a way out.
Then I heard it – the sound of an incoming train in the far distance. With the baby still in my arms I knew they wouldn’t shoot. There were no other options. It was my only way out. I had to make it to the tracks and jump it. I could run fast if I needed to. We could make it to safety, him and I. We could still be together.
I put one foot in front of the other while people began screaming my name. Like slow motion, I made it clear across the terminal. I clung to the child, protecting him until the last second. I pushed through the double doors, running adjacent to the tracks. I had to make it further out, so it still had enough speed coming in to deter them from catching me. Someone grabbed the hem of my shirt, spinning me around. I fought to free myself, jerking my body away, but losing my grip on Marcus. All of a sudden the officer let go of me and caught him. I swung my arms around to catch my balance and keep running, but I fell backwards. There was no time to get up – to roll, or turn. I watched the train coming in, closing my eyes at the last second, and succumbing to death.
Chapter 16
“Ivy, can you hear me? Ivy, wake up.”
I opened my heavy eyes and felt blinded by a bright light. At first I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. The light was the gates opening up for me. Maybe I’d been forgiven of my sins because God and the angels felt sorry for me.
Then my eyes adjusted and I saw her standing over me. She was alone, with her lips pierced shut. “There you are. I knew you wouldn’t give up without a fight. When the doctor called I had to come see it for myself.”
I tried to sit up and found out I was cuffed to the medical bed. A monitor was tracking my vitals, and an I.V. dripped some kind of fluid into my body. “What the hell?”
“Jumping in front of a train didn’t kill you. Granted, you’re going to have a tough time chasing us down in the future.” She almost laughed when she said it. I didn’t get her joke until she pointed to my legs, which I found weren’t under the covers. They’d been cut off and sewn up. Bandages covered the nubs.
“No. No. No. this can’t be real.”
She leaned closer with that same shit-eating grin. “Oh sis, it’s so real it hurts, doesn’t it? How does it feel knowing you did this to yourself?”
I could feel a rush of warm tears falling from my eyes. Never in a million years could I have thought this was the way my life would end. I should have died, but I’d been stuck to live a life as an amputee. This was terrible.
“Aw, what’s wrong? You’ve got nothing left, do ya? There’s no one here to support you – to love you. I feel sorry for you, Ivy. We came from a loving family. You could have been anything you put your mind to, but you were lazy. You wanted everything handed to you on a silver platter. Life doesn’t work that way. You need to work at it, to strive to be your best. Mom and Dad didn’t love me any different. They thought if they rewarded me for my hard work you’d learn to try harder. They wanted you to be your own person, not steal my life. It’s sad how you turned out. You’ve lived your whole adult life using people for personal gain, but have you ever looked in the mirror and loved yourself?”
“Get out!” I managed to say between sobs. “Just leave.”
“Oh sister, I’m just getting started. You deserve way worse than our little chat will provide. If it were up to me I’d fill a syringe with air and gouge it into your neck. The difference between you and me is that I have restraint. I know Karma is taking care of you. As for me, I’m going to stay for a while, because this will be the last time we ever see each other. I’m going home to my husband and my babies. Eventually, when you recover, you’ll be put in a jail. You’ll spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair, eating sludge in your eight by eight cell. There won’t be a doctor to seduce. Who would want you in your condition anyway? I mean, you’re hideous. You put little children’s lives in danger. You tried to kill your own family members. You’ll never have friends, and you certainly won’t have visitors. This is the life you deserve. I hope you’re happy.”