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Chapter Twenty-Four
2 weeks pass.
2 weeks of dresses and showers and food I want to throw
across the room. 2 weeks of Warner smiling and touching
my waist, laughing and guiding the small of my back,
making sure I look my best as I walk beside him. He thinks
I’m his trophy. His secret weapon.
I have to stifle the urge to crack his knuckles into concrete.
But I offer him 2 weeks of cooperation because in 1 week
we’ll be gone.
Hopefully.
But then, more than anything else, I’ve found I don’t hate
Warner as much as I thought I did.
I feel sorry for him.
He finds a strange sort of solace in my company; he thinks
I can relate to him and his twisted notions, his cruel
upbringing, his absent and simultaneously demanding
father.
But he never says a word about his mother.
Adam says that no one knows anything about Warner’s
mother—that she’s never been discussed and no one has
any idea who she is. He says that Warner is only known to
be the consequence of ruthless parenting, and a cold,
calculated desire for power. He hates happy children and
happy parents and their happy lives.
I think Warner thinks that I understand. That I understand
him.
And I do. And I don’t.
Because we’re not the same.
I want to be better.