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She’s holding what looks like a massive shard of glass?—
Motherfucker.
It’s a bit of the mirror I must’ve missed cleaning up.
I left her here after she smashed that and she?—
“You need to leave,” she says weakly, without so much as looking up.
“You’ve got the fucking kidding me. There is no fucking way I’m leaving you here now.”
“Please,” she whimpers, her voice wrought with emotion.
I don’t realise I’ve moved closer until I suddenly drop to my knees before her and wrap my hand around hers.
Her skin is cold, and it sends another shot of concern through my veins.
“You need to stop,” I beg, attempting to pull the glass from her clutches without causing her any more damage.
My skin itches as I stare down at the cuts she’s caused.
My heart rate picks up as understanding washes through me. But as much as I might empathise with her need for release, I will never accept her causing herself pain, making her pretty skin bleed.
She gasps as I finally uncurl her fingers from the shard. It’s my first clue that I didn’t manage to remove it without hurting her. The rush of blood down her arm is the second.
I stare at the trail of blood in a daze as it races toward her elbow.
Fuck.
Reaching my hand out, I cup her jaw and give her no choice but to look up at me. Wetness from her tears coat my fingers, making my chest ache. But that has nothing on the moment her eyes find mine.
All the air comes rushing from my lungs as I finally fully understand just how many lies she’s told over the past few weeks.
“From here on out,” I warn quietly. “We’re doing this my way.”
She swallows, her throat rippling against my fingers but she doesn’t argue.
Instead, she remains silent as I scoop her body into my arms, clutch her to my chest, and do what I should have done days ago.
11
ABIGAIL
“Sit,” Elliot commands as he places me gently down on his bed. “I’ll be back.”
His heavy gaze lingers for a second, dropping from my face to my thighs, the dried blood there.
I flinch, hating how much his disapproval, his blatant anger, affects me.
I didn’t want him to see me like this.
I didn’t want anyone to see.
Shame snakes through me as I sit on his bed. Lost and alone. And so?—
“Let me take a look.” Elliot approaches, dumping a first aid kit on the bed beside me, and lowers to his knees.
“It’s nothing.” I try to cover myself, but he gently pries my hands away.
