CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR. if love is pain, let's hurt tonight
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NOVA VAN KIRK felt as if she couldn't breathe.
The walls were closing in on the girl, everything becoming smaller and smaller whilst she became confined within the four empty walls of her own pain and lonely solitude. She felt alone. She didn't know where to go, or who to turn to. She just kept driving until she stopped the car outside the Cameron's, and once she switched the engine off, she just sat there alone, crying, her chest tightening as she slowly fell apart little by little underneath the dark midnight sky, a darkness withering deep inside Nova Van Kirk until she finally snapped.
Nova knew what she planned to do was wrong. It didn't make her any better than Ward or Rafe Cameron if she went through with this. She even contemplated turning around and going home. But Nova knew there was no turning back now. Ward Cameron stripped the girl of her innocence when he dragged Riley out onto that boat with him the day he murdered Big John. He took her brother away from her. Now she was going to get an explanation, even if it meant using violence to get exactly what she wanted.
Wiping away the tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, Nova slammed her head against the back of her seat, shaky and erratic breaths leaving her quivering lips whilst she wrapped her trembling hands around the steering wheel, clenching it tightly underneath her grip. Nova was doing her best to calm herself down, but the more she tried to ease the wave of overwhelming nerves that pricked at her skin, the more uneasy Nova eventually became. It was like someone had wrapped their hand around her throat, squeezing her windpipe to the point where she couldn't breathe.
She knew she had to make it stop. And the only she knew how was sitting in her back pocket. Nova swallowed thickly and used one hand to wipe away more of her salty tears, whilst the other reached into her pocket and pulled out the small, clear bag filled with white powder. The sight of the familiar drug being enough to make Nova let out a shaky and harrowing breath, a sharp pain erupting in her chest when she realised what she was about to do, and the potential consequences of her actions if she did.
If she did this then there was no turning back.
Nova opened up the clear plastic bag and tapped some of the white powder out onto her pointer finger, a strange foreboding twisting knots in the pit of her stomach, and without giving it a second thought, Nova leaned forward and snorted the coke up her nose. Nova then threw her head back, a sigh of relief leaving her lips as the everlasting and euphoric feeling of pure ecstasy took over her body, chemicals flowing through her bloodstream whilst the drugs slowly began to kick in.
After hours of feeling like a walking corpse, she was finally alive again.
The girl then resealed the plastic bag in her hand and stuffed it back into her pocket, before she turned her head to the gun placed in the passenger seat next to her, her hand slowly reaching out for the deadly weapon as she clasped her shaky hand around it, holding it close for a moment. "You can do this." She whispered quietly to herself, shedding one last tear, before she opened the car door and climbed out, now making her way across the greenery surrounding the Cameron property.
