“These statements are true, however if you refuse me… you’ll have no choice but to watch as I finish what i’ve started with Dear brother Darious, and who would believe you after you yourself said that teacher touched you in those ways. And after I caught him trying to do it again to my dear Adilyn who I ‘Love So Much’” He puts the words in quotes rolling his eyes and making his true nature as well as his feelings abundantly clear.

“No one blamed me for Killing that old Pervert.” He laughs darkly, seeming to be genuinely amused. He had trapped me, I had no way out, tears slipped down my cheeks as the realization became me.

“Fuck…” I swear softly, dropping to my knees and hugging myself. The man I used to Love, Herschel Stott, the simple boy I grew up with was in truth a sadistic bastard and that fact alone broke my heart and mind. Herschel stands up slowly,

“I can’t watch this… you’re so ugly when you cry. I’m moving up the wedding, be ready in a week.” He leaves without a proper goodbye, just cold truths as I hold myself. It’s my fault and I knew it, I should have seen the signs of the manipulation. I knew what Sullivan was, but I didn’t speak up and now everyone in the Dukedom believed Sullivan was a Rapist, and no one will know who he truly was.

Sullivan Walsh was a wonderful man, who was sweet and handsome. Sullivan was twenty nine. Before he died, even if he still did it just for me, Sullivan Walsh hated teaching.