Chapter 37

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Chapter may also be triggering. I suggest you don't skip because of story development but be wary of the content.

Vince's POV

Allegra's words hurt. Everyone is against me and I don't blame them.

I know someone she loved has died and I am sad to see her hurting, but the intrusive thought that now she can still be mines keeps popping up in my head.

I love her.

I know it's an obsession and I can't control it. I know I hurt her in the past and every piece of me regrets that.

Hearing her casually talk about my dead family hurt me even more. She didn't even notice the times I hurt myself over and over again.

The nights I would take too much pills, not to kill myself, but to make myself feel numb and if I died then... it was just my time.

She doesn't even know that all that sex I was having was just me being hypersexual from my own assault that happened as a child.

I know that isn't an excuse, but I wasn't thinking about how it would affect her. She's the one I barely had sex with. The one I barely touched. I didn't want to use her so I just decided that it was better to use other females.

Turns out that none of that matters because I'm the bad guy.

Maybe I am. I hurt her and hurt people hurt people.

She doesn't know that the nights I stayed awake making sure she slept well caused my insomnia.

She doesn't know that I meant to get shot on that one mission hoping I would die. I couldn't take it anymore.

Maybe everyone is right, I am selfish.

I'm sorry for trying to survive my own mind.

I'm sorry that I got attatched to the girl that saved my life.

I'm sorry I lived long enough to watch myself become the villain.

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Vince's story makes me want to cry.

I guess there are two sides to a coin indeed.

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