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“I hate you.”
Staring down at the beautiful woman below me, my cracked heart shatters at her agonized cries.
What did I just do?
I don’t know what came over me. Something snapped when I walked into our home and found she had disobeyed me.
It was the last straw on a very fucking terrible day.
Unsure what to say to remedy the situation I’ve put us in, I turn around and make my way down the hall, leaving the girl who has captured my heart alone to sob her way through the pain I’ve caused. I can feel her agony digging into me, ripping apart the last remaining pieces of my soul.
I have to fix this.
Chapter 27
Avamarie
I’m numb. That’s all I can feel now, that is to say, nothing at all.
After Killian abused my body and left me to clean myself up, I curled up on my bed and cried myself to sleep.
My dreams were full of monsters and pain, the very real hurt bleeding into the imaginary world I had hoped would help me escape. I woke up more exhausted than when I closed my eyes, afraid to leave the room for fear of another round of punishment. White hot anger flared briefly at the injustice of the uncalled for treatment, only to be suffocated by the emptiness consuming me. I eventually made my way from the room, peeking around to make sure I was alone before shuffling toward the bathroom.
I’m now perched at the kitchen island, a warm cup of coffee in my hands. Even the aroma permeating the air that usually soothes me does little to assuage the sheer nothingness. My phone dings and it takes several minutes before I can force my eyes to drift down toward the small device.
The screen lights up again and Fallon’s nickname flashes before fading to black once more. I stare down at the phone, finding the process of opening the text is too much. Tears prick at my eyes as I try to will myself to just move, to open the message, but it’s useless.
I’m useless.
The elevator dings, startling me from my thoughts. I bring the cup to my lips and spit the cold coffee back into the mug.
“The fuck?” I mutter, looking down at the offensive drink. It was hot just a minute ago.
Tapping my phone screen, my heart stutters as I note the time.
5:37pm
I’ve been sitting here for over four hours? No, that can’t be right.
Looking around the kitchen, my eyes land on the digital stove reading, the same time displayed there. Gulping, I set down the coffee with shaky hands.
Something is seriously wrong with me and it’s not just the man I’m currently stuck with.
I jump up from the seat, a hiss escaping my lips as the sudden movement sends a sharp pain from my abused ass. The sound of footfalls making their way my direction grows louder.
I’m not ready to have this conversation. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready.
Snatching my phone from the counter, I dart back down the hallway, slamming the bedroom door shut behind me.
Chapter 28
Killian
It’s been days and I haven’t caught even a glimpse of the red-headed beauty residing under my roof. At first I was overcome with guilt over my actions, preventing me from trying to bridge the rift in our relationship. As time has gone on without an inkling of change, I begin to grow frustrated, anger bubbling just below the surface at any given moment.
Glaring at the closed door, I suck in a large breath and storm forward.
Enough of this. She needs to stop hiding away like a fucking child.
