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My heart broke then, each line my mates threw at me only shattered it further until I knew I’d never be the same.
“You were my only friends,” I said in a barely audible voice. The lack of food was really starting to hit me now. My head barely lifted before I had to rest against my mattress again.
“We were never your friends,” Drake corrected. “We used you. That’s all you’re good for anyway. To be used and cast aside like the trash you are.”
Tears coursed down my cheeks. I didn’t bother to wipe them away. They were right. I’d always been thrown aside like trash.
Why would Dark Haven be any different?
I was put here by Vane, tossed aside by them.
All I could do was curl into a ball as they continued to throw insults at me for what felt like hours.
Occasionally Layne, Crew, and Roman would pop in to pour salt on the wound, but it was Hiro and Drake that kept momentum going.
The nurse popped in occasionally, acting like she couldn’t see any of the creatures or people here with me. She sounded distorted like she was speaking to me through a bubble, and I never responded since I wasn’t exactly sure what she’d even said to me. I just clutched at my thin nightgown and curled in on myself.
This time she took the tray and left, not bothering to care that Drake had now perched on my bed, ready to strike.
The moment the door closed, he leaned in so his lips brushed my ear. I curled in further on myself, revolted by his touch, not turned on like I was before.
“You’re useless, Harlow. That’s all you’ll ever be. A burden to those in your life and a failure to society. If you died here, you’d be forgotten, never having amounted to anything in life. Your grandmother would be proven right. You’re an abomination.”
Every single fear or self-deprecating thought I’d had was tossed out into the open. My mind had always been a toxic place but it was contained. Having them said out loud like this was the worst possible torture that anyone could attempt on me.
Even worse, the words were coming from the two people I genuinely thought cared about me in some capacity.
“We never wanted you, Harlow,” Roman said as he crouched down in front of the bed to look into my eyes.
His face blurred behind my tears and a sob broke out as his features twisted in disgust, like even the sight of me was pathetic.
I was pathetic.
I was a reject, a girl with no friends or family, no purpose in life, and not a single thing to be remembered for. I’d fade away like a leaf in the wind, never to be seen again.
No one would care enough to miss me.
My body felt heavier, and I let my eyes slip closed. Unable to face them any longer as depression constrained me, crushing me under its pressure.
Vane chose that moment to walk in. He looked downright gleeful as he closed the door behind him and dragged me ruthlessly into a sitting position. When he tried to let go, I fell back on my mattress with no will to support myself.
He growled and left me there but there was also a look of satisfaction in his face. He told me he’d break me, and he did. Though he could hardly take credit for the horrors my own mind inflicted on me.
“I thought I’d come and let you know that your protector won’t be an issue. My contacts overheard Ivar talking to Hel, and it seems I’m in the clear. She knows I have you and doesn’t care,” he said. The triumphant, condescending tone was like nails on a chalkboard. “Oh, I’m sorry, you know him as Monty, don’t you?”
Monty.
Ivar.
A few pieces fell into place in my foggy brain, but I couldn’t get much further before another wave of bone-deep exhaustion hit me and I gave up.
“That means you won’t be leaving this bed or this room anytime soon. If ever.”
I’d die in this room. At the moment, I couldn’t find it in me to care.
Death would be merciful.
Monty
