8. Chapter Two

Doxy

I tremble in the corner of my room as the sound of gunshots ring out through the house, this is my chance. It may be the only one I get to escape this fucking cage. It takes me three attempts to climb to my feet and when I do, I have to lean against the wall because my legs are shaking so hard.

"Pull it fucking together!" I growl to myself, take a deep breath and force all my emotions down into the box I created inside me years ago so I could survive this place, then snag the sheet from the bed, knowing I need to cover up or I risk drawing attention to myself when I escape. I tie it around myself like a toga and once it's secured, I try not to fidget with it feeling slightly weird to have something covering my body. As I inch toward the bedroom door and crack it open, the screams of pain are like music to my ears. The coast is clear, so I push the door open and close it behind myself, then snag the dog bowl from the ground and creep along the darkened hallway. I just need to make it to the back door, then I can slink out the back and make a run for it through the woods.

Fuck!

I reach up and touch the collar around my neck, I won't be going anywhere if I can't take this fucking thing off my neck!

"Doxy!" I still at the sound of Jackson's voice as he comes barging toward me. The rational part of me demands I drop to my knees and weather the punishment but another part, a part of me I always hoped existed but wasn't sure was still inside me, flares to life. When he is within reach, my mind blanks and my body takes over. I strike out, fast and sure with the bowl and hit him right in the throat. He gasps and chokes, dropping his gun to the floor as he grabs at his neck. Without hesitation I drop the bowl, grab his gun and point it at him. His eyes are wide with fear and fuck it's euphoric to see that look.

"Come on bitch, open that mouth for me." I throw his words back at him. The moment he opens his mouth to no doubt curse me out, I shove the gun inside and pull the trigger smiling when splatters of his blood land on me. I moan at the feeling, fuck this feels so good.

I never knew how orgasmic it felt to take a life. I feel fucking powerful and sated. Vengeance like I have never felt before rears inside me as I stare down at this fuckers lifeless eyes and relish in the sight of the giant hole in the back of his head. For years I wished that my dreams of doling out my revenge would come true and finally having the means and power to make them a reality has warmth spreading through me.

"Look who has the better hole now, you're lucky I don't have a cock or I would be fucking that beautiful hole in your head," I snarl, meaning every word. It would have given me great pleasure to fuck that gaping wound, knowing I am defiling his corpse.

"Waverly." Spinning around with my gun raised I come face to face with Trevante. Unlike Jackson he doesn't seem worried about me pointing a gun at him. "We need to move." Before he can get any closer I push my gun into his chest. He frowns but says nothing.

"There is no we, I don't need to be rescued!" I grit out. The bastard smirks as he reaches into his pocket and pulls a key out, my jaw locks at the sight.

"Well, should I just give the key to your collar back to Len?" My nostrils flare in outrage. "Either turn the fuck around now so I can take it off or I'm leaving you behind. Our window to escape is closing, decide now!" The urgency in his tone is the only reason I obey the bastard and turn. The moment I hear the lock click I gasp. When he removes the collar I feel… bare, naked, wrong but so… free at the same time. "Let's move!" His words snap me out of my stupor and I follow after him until he attempts to turn right instead of left.

"Wrong way," I clip out as I go the opposite way and dash through the kitchen toward the back door that is already open. I attempt to take a step outside but he shoves me behind him and takes the lead.

"Stay close," he barks as he dashes outside. I bristle but say nothing as I follow after him until I spot Lionel trying to make a run for a car near the front of the property. Without thought, I break away from Trevante and go after one of my tormentors. Lionel doesn't hear me approaching until the last second. He spins around and at the sight of me, his eyes widen like he's seen a ghost. I raise the gun and push it against his forehead.

"Doxy—"

"Sleep tight, bitch!" I snarl as I pull the trigger, loving that I got to use his words against him like I did with Jackson. My arm's yanked and I fight to get free until Trevante barks for me to shut up and pushes me into the back seat of the car Lionel was trying to escape in. I remain silent as Trevante climbs behind the wheel and guns the engine. The car skids and slides but I don't make a sound until we round the front of the house and I see Karl, Nolan, Mike, Len and Ron standing there, shooting at cars in the distance. The moment they see us they open fire. I roll my window down and fire back.

"You crazy bitch, you're gonna get shot!" I ignore Trevante as I continue to fire until my mag is empty.

"I'm coming for you, motherfuckers!" I scream, then slouch back against the seat once we hit the main road. It's surreal to see the outside world after so many years. Many things have changed, I feel so exposed and suddenly out of sorts. The adrenaline I was running on slowly flees my body. I don't dare relax or even allow myself to think I am safe. I have no idea who this man is and the fact he is my tormentor's son, means he isn't someone I can trust.

"We have a long drive ahead of us." His voice does nothing to soothe my worries.

"Where are you taking me?" The hardened tone of my voice isn't missed by him.

"Somewhere safe."

I scoff. "There is nowhere safe for me until each of those cunts are buried beneath the earth."

"I'm giving you a choice here, Waverly?—"

"That's not my name!" I shout. He doesn't react.

"I'm not calling you Doxy."

"That's my name."

"No, it isn't."

"You don't fucking know me!" I clamp my mouth closed as reality slams into me. Here I am arguing back, and it feels natural but also so strange. I haven't spoken back to anyone in years and in the space of mere minutes this man has me arguing.

"You're right, I don't know you but I am trying to help you and I can't help you by calling you that fucking dreadful name."

"It's the only name I have," I mutter as I stare out the open window, loving how the wind feels against my face.

"What happened to Waverly?" he asks after a few moments.

I stiffen and try to control the anger rising inside me as I answer him. "She died fourteen years ago. She was weak and prayed for some man to save her. She died the night Doxy was born. Doxy is strong, independent and doesn't need a fucking man to save her. Doxy doesn't feel, she doesn't pine for anyone, she is the nightmare all those bastards will come to fear as she plucks them off one by one until she reaches the head of the demon."

"I'm guessing the demon is Karl?"

I snort. "No." I meet his shocked gaze in the rearview mirror.

"Who's the demon… Doxy?"

Pride fills me hearing him call me by my chosen name. "My twin, the demon is my brother and once I finish killing these Irish cunts, I'm going after him and all he holds dear to his heart. I'll kill him for having a hand in killing Waverly."

By the time we finally stop the sun is peeking over the horizon and exhaustion is weighing heavily on me. I follow after Trevante feeling out of sorts and defenseless with no gun. Before we reach the house, he stops and turns to face me. He runs his gaze over me. It normally irks me and has dread pooling inside me but he doesn't look at me like the others, he's looking past the exterior and trying to see inside me, to understand me.

"Here," he says as he pulls his gun from his waistband and hands it to me. I take it without argument.

"Why?" I ask.

He shrugs and runs a hand through his hair tiredly before answering. "You've survived something no person should and I know you feeling safe is going to be a big thing we need to work on, but the best way I can think of is to let you be the one with the only weapon in the house." I study him for a long moment trying to get a read on what exactly it is that he wants from me.

"Why are you helping me?"

"Because I can." Is all he says before turning and heading toward the small home. It's made out of brick and nestled in the middle of woodlands. It's the perfect house to bring a victim and kill them where no one would be able to find their body. With that thought in my mind, I flick the safety off and follow after him. The house smells stuffy like it hasn't been used in a long time, white sheets covering the furniture. From the doorway I can see the living room, kitchen and dining room. "Down that hall are the two bedrooms and a bathroom, we have to share the one I'm afraid."

"I can shower?" He stops pulling the sheets off the sofa and turns to face me, his gaze searches mine for a second before he sighs and averts his eyes trying to hide the anger in them.

"You can do whatever you like, sleep, walk outside, run, make a mess, look me in the eye and eat whenever the fuck you want." I roll my lips over my teeth and digest his words for a second before moving further into the house. "There's a tub, go take a bath and I'll gather some firewood before I head back into town to grab some supplies."

That shocks the fucking hell out of me. "You're leaving me here… alone?" He eyes me skeptically for a moment before nodding.

"Yes. If you're here when I get back, I'll make us dinner. If you're not, then I wish you well, Doxy Da Luca, and hope our paths will cross again one day."

His words have me scrunching my face. "Why the fuck would you want to meet me again?"

"Because you got out, she didn't and that is something to admire. You may not believe me but I am on your side and I will help you however I can."

"If you mean that, then you will get me a laptop so I can reroute Karl's shipment of girls and set them free." He reels back, his brows draw in as he studies me.

"You know how to do that?" The surprise is clear in his tone.

"Believe it or not I can do other things that don't involve sucking dick."

"That's not what I meant?—"

"I don't care." I sneer as I stalk off down the hallway. If he returns with what I asked for then great but if not, I know where his loyalty lies. I shut myself in the far room and wait for him to leave. The moment he does, I rush out of the house and run deep into the woods finding a position where I can see anyone entering the drive as well as keep an eye on the small house.