i do not support ella in any way. this book is a comfort book for a lot of people and some people haven't finished yet.
"A killer who is afraid of guns and another who is afraid of the dark, huh? Quite the team."
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Cleo knows wha...
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"I'm just gonna accept this is all a fever dream and that I'm still kidnapped, locked in that dark room, and waiting to wake up." I took a very deep breath as both Harry and Cleo were staring at me. I knew this was very much real but maybe if I tried hard enough it could turn into an illusion. It would hurt less.
Well, the physical pain was now bearable and I was doing the usual things without any help and I stopped taking the painkillers. My arm was still a bit sore but other than that I was okay...
Not okay, I mean, I still didn't remember shit. My head still hurt at random times and I had to deal with this huge void inside my mind... memories that could be so fucking useful if I had them because I could've seen or heard something, but now we'd never know.
We would probably get arrested before I even tried to remember because I just found out my dear ex-girlfriend was a fucking fed.
June, or should we say Amber, was a goddamn FBI agent... and I really hated cops. But I hated her more.
Cleo and Harry had spent the past two hours telling me everything that happened while they were out, and I regretted staying behind even if it was the safest and smartest option for my health. Truth was, I was pissed at Harry because he wanted to torture Amber and I was pissed at Cleo for even considering she could be behind the list... for even thinking she could've been lying about anything at all.
I knew Cleo was her friend, she was probably the only one who could understand a small percentage of what I was feeling at the moment.
Anger was one word to describe it. Maybe betrayal and hurt. Heartbreak. Frustration.
All of those at once.
Amber was actually the first girlfriend I had, my previous relationships had consisted of fuck buddies and that was all, and I loved her. I really fell in love with her and I was considering quitting my job and moving to a different state with her if it meant we could be together without putting her life in danger with this whole family drama.
But now I discovered she was a fucking liar and there was no family drama. It was all a fucking act. Everything was a lie.
My mind was still trying to process the fact the last months of my life had been in vain because I wasted them on a relationship that wasn't real. I loved someone who purposely targeted me only to get close to Harry's family. I was just a fucking useless pawn.
And that wasn't the biggest problem because Cleo and Harry had taken a fucking immunity deal and they were going to work with Amber. That meant she was going to be around and I really wanted to see her... I wanted to say so much to her fucking face. I wish I could hate her enough to want her dead, but I was pathetic to still love her. There was no way you could simply turn those feelings off but I was working on it.
