War & Peace 02 - This is Love, Baby - K Webster.pdf

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My War was over and I had lost. My captor reminded me I was nothing
more
than
his
pawn.
His
strategy
never
changed…it
was
always
me.
But what he didn’t know was that LOVE always wins.
In
but
my
War,
I’d
LOVE
found
not
as
only
peace
well.
I’d been through a battlefield with my War and LOVE was what
brought
us
to
the
other
side.
Our
LOVE
was
beautiful
and
pure.
Undying.
My captor thinks he has won this war. That I will LOVE him.
What he doesn’t know is this time, I’m the one with a strategy. I’m
always thinking several moves ahead of him, my War taught me that.
I
will
This
My
outsmart
is
a
LOVE
him
and
war
will
find
peace
I
will
conquer
again.
win.
all.
I PACE THE living room and let out a rush of relieved breath when I
watch the green flashing light on my phone app start making its way
back toward Oakland.
He has her. He fucking has her.
But not for long.
Stalking over to the mantle, I tug a framed picture down. The prick
smiles back at me and my anger explodes. That motherfucker.
I stop that train of thought and remind myself I need to save my energy.
Having a meltdown and destroying the house because of what he did
won't do any good. I need to preserve my anger. For Gabe. Because
when I get my hands
on that asshole, I'm going to fucking gut him.
Run along to your stupid cabin, old man. When you least expect it, I'm
coming for you.
My phone chimes and I close the GPS app that shows the movement of
his car to check my texts.
Mom.
I swallow down my rage. Where was she months ago when I needed
her most?
Mom: Could you at least come home to have
dinner with us, Brandon? We miss you.
Fuck her. Growling, I type back my response.
Me: You know I won't rest until I find her. I'll take
a raincheck.
She fires back a nasty retort. Always the same with us.
Mom: Son,
you're going to have to accept that she ran away. If she'd been
stolen, like you said, it would have been all over the news. A
broken nose doesn't mean she was taken. You know my stance on
this.
The rage bubbles up inside of me again—I'm angry all the time these
days. I don't think I've smiled aside from when I look at pictures of her.
Baylee Winston. My girlfriend.
Me: Fuck you, Mom.
This time, I smile. After months of searching for her
and following Gabe's every move, I will finally have her back with me.
I press a kiss to her picture in the frame and set it back on the mantle.
Then, I stalk over to my duffle bag. I throw some of her clothes, a few
bottles of water and some snacks inside, and the 9mm pistol I'd stolen
from Tony.
For over four months, I have worried about her.
For over four months, I have wondered if she was s uffering.
For over four goddamned months, I cried myself to s leep over her.
Gabe stole that time from me—time I'll never get back with her. He
stole my girl right out from under my damn nose and with it, he broke a
part of me I'm not sure can ever be fixed.
Now, it's time to show him how much he underestimated me. That I'm
not some kid who can be pushed around. He'll live to regret he ever
stepped foot in her bedroom that night. Regret he ever took my love
from me.
It's time to make him pay.
And, it's time to get my girl back, once and for all.
Baylee
MY CHEST ACHES.
The living, beating organ that seemed to pump only for War has begun
to shrivel up and die along with him. No more pattering from simple
touches, stolen glances, or murmured words. The strong cadence has
dwindled to a sad, irregular beat that will never again be counted.
My heart is dead.
Crus hed.
Flat lined.
He didn t deserve this!
Tears burn my already irritated and swollen eyes as memories from our
time together flash by me. My heart has

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