Don't Let Me Fall(97)

her daughter because she was jealous? Are you serious?! That’s so f-ucking wrong that Melissa deserves to rot in hell too.

“You go for older women,” I said catching his eye. “So why are you with me right now?”

“Because I’ve wanted you since that first day we met in Seattle.”

His lips were back on mine as he got his jeans unbuttoned.

“And you know how to f-uck better than your mom.”

I brought my hands up to his chest as I pushed him back.

“Wait,” I said pushing him away harder. Do it. Get away from him. “Are you f-ucking serious right now? Don’t tell me that shit and expect to f-uck me. What is wrong with you? I

don’t need to picture that.”

f-ucking gross.

“Come on, Becka. You’re a slut. Don’t over think this.”

Excuse me?! I know I am but he didn’t have to say it!

“Get the f-uck off me,” I snapped.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“Can you just shut up and get naked? I’m not in the mood to talk.”

I cocked an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t know who you think you’re talking to,” I growled as I stood up. “But don’t ever f-ucking tell me what to do.” He stared at me like I was a new creature in a museum.

“f-ucking *.” I grabbed him and threw my arm back. The moment my fist made contact with his jaw, I felt so good. So I did it again and again. “My sister was in that car!

You could have killed her!”

“I should have!” R spat blocking a hit and throwing his elbow out. It hit my jaw but I didn’t stop attacking him.

Hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me off R. He’s on the floor groaning while blood seeps out of his nose, his mouth, and his eyebrow. I did that to him. And it felt f-ucking

good.

“Relax,” Logan said in my ear. “They got everything. Breathe. Rebeckah, breathe.”

I turned in his arms and breathed him in.

This felt so good that I feel like I’ll snap R’s neck if I look at him.

The police were around us, picking up R and arrested him for the confession of what he did to Mom and Alice. Melissa ratted him out because she wanted a deal but I needed something

on the death of Mom. My family loved her and they needed the truth. I knew R would have done something. He’s psychotic.

When he was out of the house, I pulled away from Logan and grabbed the microchip out of my bra cup. In this little device is the confession of the man who had a part in killing my

best friend and my mom. All because of me. He was obsessed.

“Let’s go home,” Logan said kissing my forehead. “You’ve done everything you can.”

I grabbed his hand and found his eyes. “I love you,” I said. I tell him whenever I can because I don’t ever want to lose him.

He smiled and wrapped his arms around me. “I love you, too,” he whispered softly. “I would kiss you but I’m pissed at the moment. You have that *’s spit on you.”

“Next time don’t ask for details if you don’t like them,” I said shrugging, trying not to look like a complete bitch. I know he was worried but I had to do it. R wouldn’t have

confessed any other way.

“No guy wants to hear that his girlfriend is going to try and seduce a guy into confessing his deepest secrets,” Logan deadpanned.

“It wouldn’t have worked any other way. You know he wanted to sleep with me.”

Logan rolled his eyes but pulled me into him.

We walked out of my mom’s house. I handed the microchip to an officer sitting in a van. He was listening the whole time with Logan beside him. It should be awkward but I can’t

seem to feel it right now.

I gave my statement then Logan helped me into his car and we headed to my dad’s place. I crashed on the couch with my family and friends around me.

I did something useful today.

I feel special and worth something.

Alice’s death means something now and no one got away with it.

She’s finally at rest.

She’s free.

I love you, Alice. Always.



Epilogue



Two years later…

It’s Valentine’s Day so Jacky and Remy decided to use the day filled with love for something useful other than sex and chocolate. They got married. There’ll be sex and chocolate

later though. I helped plan the honeymoon with Remy so Jacky can be surprised.

I’m leaning on the kitchen island in my dad’s house staring at the wedding invitation and I can’t stop smiling. And crying. I can’t help it, I’m emotional. And it doesn’t help

when Kelsey walks in here with Micha on her arm smiling at each other like they’ll never meet again. They look so happy and I love it.

“Please tell me you didn’t finish the cake,” Matty sighed, walking up to me. “Dad got the last piece and he doesn’t want to share. His girlfriend wants it.”

I held up my paper plate with a half eaten slice of cake. “Depends,” I said. “Is it for you or Katrina?”

Matty grabbed my plate with a smirk.

I didn’t let it go.

“It’s for me,” he whined.