Unwanted Blood (Harper) novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Dear Wilsons,

I would be lying if I said I hate you or don’t love you. How could I not have a trace of affection for someone who is related to me by blood, at least half of my blood?

But have you ever wondered how much you know me? My health problems? Anorexia? Depression? Even my favorite color? I guess you must say that you don’t understand, and it doesn’t matter.

Sadly, I know every one of you well, because even if you don’t, I have spent time and energy to understand you.

Colton, your favorite color is purple because it reminds you of your mom. When you were 12 years old, you suffered a head injury in a fight with someone and fainted when walking home up the stairs. I was the one who called the ambulance. You didn’t know that.

Grayson, you like gray best. That was what you told me drunkenly when you were 13 years old, leaning against the door of my room. You wanted to kill me that day. You broke into my room in the middle of the night with a fruit knife in your hand. You staggered by the bed and whispered “monster” to me. I hid in the quilt and shivered, but in the end you didn’t do it. I forgave you a long time ago. Obviously, I deserved it.

Logan, I don’t know much about you because you are a loner. Although you don’t scold me, you will secretly add things to my food. I am grateful to you because you only poisoned me three times. Unfortunately, I didn’t die.

Ryder, I know nothing about you and I’m sorry I never tried. I’m too scared

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Chapter 5

of you. I know that you have a deeper relationship with your mother than any of your other brothers, and you are the eldest, and I am very scared. I dare not look you in the eye, let alone talk to you.

I’m actually afraid of all of you. But now, I am finally free.

I could finally get a long and good night’s sleep in the sea.

Finally, I, Harper Wilson, hope that you all will live every day of your life with regret.

Goodbye, Wilsons.

With hatred,

A Harper who was finally free.

“No!” Colton was the first to shout, his voice in panic.

Logan and Grayson’s face was pale. He stood frozen.

That can’t happen. How could she die without my fucking permission?!

I grabbed my phone and dialed Rick right away.

“Find Harper Wilson. Tear this city apart if you have to. Alive or dead–I want her found.”

It had been a month since Harper disappeared.

A month of nothing. No leads. No footprints. No body. The search and rescue teams combed the woods behind the house, dragged the nearby river, checked every bus station and train depot within fifty miles.

They found exactly zero trace of her.

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What the hell were they even doing with all that equipment and manpower? I wanted to scream at them, but I kept my mouth shut. Yelling wouldn’t bring her back.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror that morning and barely recognized the guy staring back. Bloodshot eyes. Dark stubble covering my jaw and creeping up my cheeks. Hair messy from running my hands through it too many times. I looked like I hadn’t slept more than an hour or two in days. Because I hadn’t.

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