Five years 3
Chapter 3 “You’re nothing more than Joanie’s dog, Vernon,” I spat each word out clearly, my voice sharp as a blade. “If Ernest knew he had made a mistake leaving everything in your hands, he would crawl out of his coffin just to drag you down with him!“” “After all,” I added with a smirk, “the Browetts are utterly ruined now!” In the next instant, his hand clamped down on my throat, and my breath was stolen.” Oxygen drained from my lungs as I met his bloodshot eyes. His voice, guttural and deranged, roared against my ears.” “Don’t think for a second I won’t kill you, Keyshia! You’re nothing but the family’s dog!“} With that, he slammed me to the floor. My body hit the shards of broken champagne glass, every jagged edge piercing my skin, slicing open countless stinging cuts.\ A violent shudder wracked me. And before I could recover, he yanked my hair back, forcing my head up.” “When I tell you to beg, you beg! When I want you dead, you die!” His lips curved into a twisted smile. “But tonight, lucky for you, I’m not really in the mood to kill you just yet.“” “After all…” He patted my cheek, his voice low and taunting. “A toy this exquisite–how could I possibly let it break so easily? Don’t you agree?“} I stared at his face, so close to mine. We had once sent me, her tone dripping And suddenly, Joanie’s voice echoed in my memory, a video with triumph. ‘I just told Vernon that Wiggle was scary, and guess what? He skinned your dog alive for me.’” ‘Say, what if next time I tell him that you’re frightening, too? Do you think Vernon will peel your skin off as well?‘…