Page 114 of Bound Bride
Mathew's arm wavers slightly and he looks back up at my face. "Prove it."
"Take me to the pharmacy. Buy a test. Buy all the tests. I'll prove it," I gasp. "I will. Right now. Let's me and you go right now andyou'll see. If—if I'm lying you can just kill me and then come back here and kill them, but I'll show you that it's true. You need me. You need this baby. How else will you avenge your brothers? How else can you really make Kon suffer?"
I've never prayed before but suddenly it's all I can think about, swearing on everything and anything that Mathew believes me enough to leave with me right now.
Thankfully, he lowers the gun, convinced.
"Alright. You come with me. And if that test shows anything but a positive, I will kill you and then I'll come back here and I'll rip your sister to fucking pieces, you hear me?"
Every muscle is so tense that I can't even lower my arms so I just nod. "I hear you."
"No!" Beatie suddenly surges up from behind me and grabs my arm, dragging me toward Mom with all her strength. "You can't go with him! You can't!"
"Beatie—"
"You can't go! You can't leave us like Dad did! You can't leave me again!"
"Beatie, I have to, sweetie. It's going to be okay, I promise."
"No!" Beatie screams in my face and digs her nails into my forearm. "You can't leave! Not again! You said you would stay with me!"
"Beatie, honey?—"
"I hate you!" She suddenly pushes me away, and as quick as a whippet, she ducks under my arm and charges at Mathew. "Yousaid she was happy there and she'd forgotten me but you lied to me! You lied! You're a monster! I hate you! I hate you!"
Mathew, caught by surprise, barely has time to react before Beatie collides with him and he growls in anger.
She grabs his arm and the gun glints in the light while Mathew raises his hand and punches her hard in the face.
"Get the fuck off me you cunt!" he yells, punching her again when he fails to dislodge her grip. The second punch does the same, and I'm frozen in horror as Mathew then switches his gun to his other hand.
"No!" Terrified that he'll shoot her, I lunge across the room and tackle him without a care.
We collide with a crack and Mathew stumbles hard into the wall thanks to the combined weight of my sister and me.
I have to get the gun. It's the only thing I can think of as a sudden new path cuts through my mind.
Get the gun and kill Mathew.
Both my hands seal around his forearm and I slide one hand down to his fist that's locked around the gun.
Strength surges from places unknown as I fight to keep his gun aimed at the floor while doing everything I can to pry his fingers off the weapon.
Beatie's beating him with her small fists and he's wrestling us both, surging off the wall only to collide back with it thanks to our struggles.
"Get the fuck off me!" he roars, tossing his body from side to side. As he twists, his elbow lifts and crashes hard into Beatie's jaw.
The blow sends her collapsing back down on the floor with a grunt and she rolls twice.
Mathew's hand then flies around and collides with the side of my head so hard that my teeth rattle, but I don't give up.
"Bitch, get the fuck off!"
He grips my hair with his free hand and wrenches my head back so hard that something cracks at the top of my spine and pain lances through my entire body.
It's enough to stun me momentarily and my hands slip against his wrist.
Mathew wrenches his arm free of me and shoves me away with all his strength.
