Together We'd Rot in Hell

The year I loved him most, my mother forced me to break up with Alaric Booth, so he threw her into the strip.

And the year I hated him most, I crippled his father and made him sign a confession.

That same year, a pregnant girl showed up on our doorstep.

“Heaven has already punished him by making him marry someone he doesn’t love. What more do you want?” she said.

I turned to Alaric. “Is that so?”

In the half minute he stayed silent, I saw everything I needed to know.

I dropped the iron bar to the floor and asked, “Which do you want, an abortion or death?”

Without hesitation, he looked at the bodyguard and ordered, “Make her lose the baby.”

Slapping him across the face, I demanded, “I want you to do it yourself.”