Page 80 of Filthy Lies


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It gathered in my throat.

Lodging there.

I breathed in quickly. Released the breath.

No.

I couldn’t—

The tears burned. Hot and searing. Appearing like a flash flood, devastation their intent.

I ground my teeth together, trying to hold them back, but the memory was too real. Too raw.

Casey.

My mom.

Allegedly.

Her lies gave me purpose.

They let me take back my emotions.

With the remnants of the chair, I reined myself in.

“I.”Smash.“Will.”Smash.“Not.”Smash.“Break.”Smash.

That was when the door opened.

I didn’t hear it, didn’t even register it at first. I was too busy losing control and trying to haul myself back from the edge to notice.

“You bastards want to break me?” I screamed at the ceiling where I knew there were cameras. “It’ll never happen.”

Heavy, panting breaths had my chest rattling until I realized I was no longer alone.

Head whipping to the side, I saw the door was open.

Standing in the entryway was…

I blinked.

No.

Mirages didn’t happen outside of deserts.

Some light phenomena occurred on the water, but I wasn’t looking at the fucking ocean, and this wasn’t a trick of the light.

It was a person.

A fucking person.

Someone I wanted.

Someone I craved.

Someone I betrayed.

My brow puckered with confusion, then I saw that he wasn’t cuffed.

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