Chapter 144 - Married To A Monster

Ford.

"Why are you here?'' I ask with an uninterested eye roll.

I have been second-guessing myself all through yesterday. I know for a fact that my thoughts have been kept to myself for all these years. How did he know how I felt? It is something I never blurted out, except to Elliot and that was the only time I said those words.

Now the doctor knows and he probably thinks I am even crazier.

"I just wanted to talk to you.'' She breathes out.

Unfortunately, she is going to be the scapegoat that I will eventually pour out all my anger on. I know she hasn't don't anything but I am sure she is not on our side.

"Why?''

She sighs loudly and then runs her hands through her hair, the strands just fall back to place and this makes me even angrier "Lance told me something that I can't even contemplate.''

I raise a brow waiting for her to continue, she remains silent. Almost like she is afraid to say whatever is on her mind. I could tell her that this is a safe place but I don't feel like it is. It seems like I am being watched as the seconds' pass. Almost like there are eyes everywhere in this room that they brought me to. It is the same room that Lance and Elliot visited me. I don't see any cameras but I still feel watched.

"You should say what you want… I mean, you did come all this way.''

She nods her head, still fidgeting. Marybell is not the typical woman my father would go for. I don't even know how they came about but she is here now, married to a monster and from this visit, I can see the doubt in her eyes. She Is having second thoughts. Regrets even. Does that mean she believes us?

"He mentioned your mother, do you mind talking about it?"

My heart stops in my chest. Okay, this is too soon. I didn't think he would be done with the journal. Why does he always feel the need to talk to his mom about everything? Their relationship is so confusing to me.

I told him that this was the only way that my dad would pay for all his crimes but I wanted him to talk to uncle Max. I actually think that is the only person that can help us. There is no other way out of this mess.

Looking at her, I know she wants me to deny it. She wants me to tell her that it is not true, that he didn't do anything to mom but I won't. I am exhausted and I think I have reached the point in my life where I don't have any fucks left to give.

"What about her?'' I ask.

She sighs again "I don't want to be too blunt about this, I don't want to be that person."

I nod, she continues "He seems to think your dad killed her."

"And?'' I ask.

She raises a brow, almost like she is waiting for me to deny it. How can I deny something that I know is true? I am done protecting him. I am done living under his control and fear.

No more.

"Is it true?"

I breathe out the words and they flow like soft butter "Yes, it is and if I were you, I would leave him before the same thing happens to you.''

Maybe my words are harsh. I mean I am telling her that the man she loves is a murderer but don't blame me.

"Oh…"

I rest my elbows on the table. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. Like I can hear the sounds of the ac in the vents. There are no windows in this room, probably to avoid accidents, or people trying the escape. The only opening is the door we both came in through.

"How sure are you… like could you be wrong?'' she asks me. I furrow my brows in disbelief and confusion. I can't even believe she would ask me such a thing. I might have been a kid but I wasn't stupid. I knew what was happening. I knew she was eventually going to kill her.

He didn't just wake up one day and do it. It happened gradually.

"Why don't you ask him yourself. I don't have the answers you are looking for." I tell her blatantly.

Marybelle isn't the help that would get me out of here. I don't see her doing that for me and Lance. She is weak, weak people never survive in John's reigns. Mom was weak too. She didn't stand up for herself. She let him eat her up slowly.

It seems to me like Marybelle is the exact way. Maybe not the same, I mean, she came here to ask me all this. Maybe there is still hope for her. That is if she really wants to believe me. "I just need to know why you think he killed her.''

The desperation is evident in her voice. "He used to drug her…it always made her tired. I mean, like all the time. I watched her slowly deteriorate.'' I guess I am going with honesty. Like what is the point of keeping all this inside. The secrets have not helped me. They only made me sicker. Maybe getting better means, letting it all out in the open.

"Your mom had an accident.''

I nod.

"I was in the car with her, I know what happened.''

She nods "You were just a kid, what If you misunderstood what was happening.''

I look at her, I knew she wasn't going to believe me. Everyone sees me and thinks, 'oh that kid is crazy' To her, I am just John's crazy son. The only person she cares about and believes is her son—I mean, I don't blame her. I am nothing to her, never was and never will be.

"I knew what was happening but if you choose not to believe, that is on you.'' I dismiss her with those words. She remains seated for a couple of seconds. The silence nerve-wracking. I would take going back to my room than being here with her.

"I just don't know what to believe,'' she breathes out so low that I almost don't hear her but the room is too quiet not to.

"Believe that the man you married is not really who you think,'' that is the truth but like I said, it is up to her to believe or not. I can't convince her that he is not who he is, she has to see it for herself.

"I am sorry about all that is happening, I wish I could be of more help,'' she says finally and this time she stands up from the chair.

I celebrate internally because this visit is not the one, I wanted. I want to see Lance again; I miss him so much it is beginning to hurt.

"You don't have to be sorry; this is not your fault.''

She is as oblivious to everything just as everyone else is. I am the only one that knows the truth. I am the only one that sees him for who he is. Marybelle leaves me with no promise, not like I expected otherwise. The only person I believe in is Lance but I don't know if he is strong enough to get me out of here.

Once in my room—or should I say, the four walls that are now my prison, one of the nurses comes in, with a smile "You have a phone call,'' she tells me. The last time I was locked here, I couldn't receive calls. He kept me and no one even knew where I was. It was supposed to be hush hush but now he let lance and Elliot visit and he is even letting me take calls. I don't know what he is trying to prove but I don't believe him for one second.

I know he is up to no good.

I walk with her until we get to an office. There is a landline on the table. I grab the phone and she leaves me with an annoying smile still plastered on her face.

"Hey fighter,'' I hear uncle Max's voice. A smile sprawls to my face from the excitement of hearing him. I don't know how he made this possible but he is here.

"Uncle Max,'' I cry into the phone.

Going to see him was a good idea. I know I have him on my side, even though dad still has all the control. The fact that he is involved would probably terrify him.

"How are you holding up?'' he asks.

I take a seat because I don't intend to make this short. I want to tell him everything. He needs to know that dad is not the best person to have custody of me. He is a monster and I am tired of being in his reigns.

"he wants to kill me. He is feeding me with all this medication. They make me wobbly and depressed. He wants me gone." I cry into the phone.

I know mentally, I am not perfect but I don't need all this medication that he is pumping into my veins.

"He said you had a meltdown."

I knew he would tell the whole family that, what else did I expect?

"Can you come… please,'' I beg desperately for his intervention.

''I am already at the airport; I just want you to know that you don't have to worry about anything. I won't let him hurt you.''

With his words, I know everything will be alright.