NADINE'S POV
"Run, Nadine. Now. Get as far away from here as you can," he snapped, and there was a strain to his voice.
Trent laughed, and the sound of the slimy sound slid accross my skin.
"What did you do?" I asked, my voice coming out in a whisper.
Trent cocked his head to the side as he stared at me, his eyes raking across my body in a way that made me want to puke.
"I knew he would come for me. Predictable enough as he was, I suspected that he would try to look for me, like you guys did at the bunker. So I placed bombs all around. And he just happened to step on one."
Horror filled me, seeping into my blood, my bones. Seeping into the very core of my body.
"You bastard. He is your son!" I snapped, and the amusement rolled off Trent's face.
"I didn't ask to be his father," was all he said, and somehow, that one statement made it all worse.
