Gary Allen was a twisted monster!
He wasn’t just ugly; he had cruel fetishes. Seeing me cry and beg for mercy only excited him.
He married me just to torture me to death.
In this life, I needed to plan ahead.
Jessie continued to babble on about how gentle Gary was and how wealthy his family was. When she got excited, she reached out to twist my ear again.
I seized the moment, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward me. Pressing the shard of glass against her throat, I said,
“Jessie, I’m not marrying him. Do you understand?”
My father stomped his foot anxiously, pleading with me to put down the shard. His worry made him cough so hard he could barely breathe.
Jessie smirked, unfazed.
“Look at your father. How long do you think he’ll last without my help? Maggie, after your mother died, he raised you all on his own, always thinking of your well-being. And what have you done for him?
“Your father needs money for surgery. I’ve paved the way for you, so what’s your problem?”
After my mother died in a car accident, the person responsible paid us a large sum of compensation. My father was frail and sickly, relying on medication for years, and that compensation money was all we had.