Not remotely.
I need answers. And I need them now.
I burst through the doors of the girls’ dormitory and take the stairs two at a time.
My heart sits somewhere in my throat.
Figuratively.
Because I don’t have one.
A heart, I mean.
I thought perhaps Piper had managed to wake it from its long slumber.
But if she managed to bring it back to life, she also managed to bury it.
Fuck this.
I knew I should’ve stayed away.
Especially with the unhealthy fixation I seem to have on her.
And because I knew there were things she wasn’t telling me.
I just never imagined one of them would be a fucking husband.
But do I really care that she’s married?
Fuck no.
Not really.
What I care about is that she didn’t tell me.
And I can’t stomach the thought of her belonging to someone who isn’t me.
That shit eats at me.
Literally.
I feel as though I’m suffocating.
I can’t fathom her being with another man.
My girl. My Piper.
And that thought angers me. Because I don’t share what’s mine.
And somewhere along the way, I decided Piper was exactly that.
Bloody mine.
Then she turns around and tells me she’s married.
Fucking impossible.
Not while I’m alive.
