Together We'd Rot in Hell

The year I loved him most, my mother forced me to break up with Alaric Booth, so he threw her into the strip.

And the year I hated him most, I crippled his father and made him sign a confession.

That same year, a pregnant girl showed up on our doorstep.

“Heaven has already punished him by making him marry someone he doesn’t love. What more do you want?” she said.

I turned to Alaric. “Is that so?”

In the half minute he stayed silent, I saw everything I needed to know.

I dropped the iron bar to the floor and asked, “Which do you want, an abortion or death?”