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My first thought iseverything hurts. My second thought ishow does everything hurt?
I open my eyes and squint against the pain that spears my head. Even though it’s dark in the room, the small amount of light spilling from the open doorway still sends sharp spikesthrough my temple. Groaning, I move my arm to shield my face and suck in a sharp breath as agony runs from my chest.
What the fuck happened?
I blink at the ceiling several times until I can breathe again around the painful aches.
Sliding my eyes, I notice an old bottle of pain medication and a couple water bottles sitting on my bedside table. My eyes widen. Somehow, out of everything that happened, this is the most shocking.
“Baby girl.”
Killian’s voice fills my mind.
Guess I was right about the name thing.
I chuckle to myself, gingerly propping my body against the headboard as I grab the meds and water. My phone lights up where it’s been placed next to the waters. Arching my eyebrows, I snatch it up and look at the notification.
Three new messages
One is from Tyler and two from an unknown number. My pounding heart increases the aching in my chest and I rub lightly against the pained skin. Choosing to start with the lesser of two evils, I open the text from Tyler. I’m surprised that I don’t feel the same sting at the possibility our friendship isn’t going to progress that I felt yesterday.
Tyler:
Hey imma be late. Maybe like an extra hour?
I glance at the time and curse. Thank god he’s late but that only gives me an hour and a half to get all ready and pack my beach bag since I wasn’t able to last night. I type out a reply letting him know that’s fine and hit send.
My finger hovers over the other notification. Growing irritated with myself, I try to force my muscles to move.
Come on it’s just a text message for fuck’s sake.
My anger fueling the movement, I finally press down on the screen. My blood chills as I stare down at a photo of myself. Clicking to enlarge it, the image expands, filling the small screen.
I’m lying on the kitchen table, legs dangling off the end. My eyes are partially opened, staring lifeless back at the camera. I shudder as my gaze travels over the exposed parts of my body. A bright red hand print is visible on my thigh from the repeated slaps. Glancing down, I see the skin is still reddened but not nearly as angry as the photo. Gulping, I close out of the photo and read the text.
Unknown:
I killed you once, I will do it again if I have to.
Not a word to anyone - I’ll know.
My ragged breaths fill the space and I can’t get enough oxygen.
Oh fuck. Shit. Fuck. Hekilledme? He really fucking killed me and then what? Brought me back to life? Who the fuck is this man?
I double over, ignoring the pain in my chest as I try to fill my lungs.
I can’t believe I…Oh god, I wanted his cock. I initiated him fucking me. Did I make it worse or better?
My vision swims and I start to cry, terror filling every inch of my being. Somehow this moment is worse than when I actually died. A choked sob bursts from my throat.
I died. I fucking died.
Curling up in a ball, I don’t move. I lay there and cry, shame and regret filling me with each memory that passes through my mind.
“Ava? Hello!” The sound of Tyler’s voice makes me bolt upright and gasp as a searing pain spreads across my chest.
Crawling out of the bed, I grimace as I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My face is blotchy and swollen from tears and…
