Blood. There was so much blood. It was on my hands, my clothes, my hair.
I walked down the hallway, staring down at all the blood on my shaking hands.
Why did he make me do that?
I'd killed for him before, but he had never made me do something like that. I'd never seen someone bleed so much. And I caused that.
I made them bleed like that.
It was my fault.
Not only was it so much worse this time, but it was also a woman.
A woman who, he told me, had betrayed him and I was the only one that could fix the issue for him.
He told me she had done bad things.
But why me?
Not that it mattered anymore.
The blood. There was so much.
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I shot up from the bed as sweat glided down my back and my face. My breathing was short and my body was shaking. I felt like I couldn't breathe. The room was too small, smaller than it always felt whenever I woke up like this. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I got up from the bed quickly, needing to get some air, but as I turned around I bumped into a hard chest that nearly knocked all the air out of me. I didn't bother seeing who I had bumped into, I just needed to leave or take a hot shower or do something that could take away this all too familiar feeling.
Rough hands grabbed me by my arms before I could leave, pulling me forward and gripping my face, forcing me to look up at whoever it was. Brown. Even in the dark they were so warm.
Julian.
"You're okay," he said softly, but I was still shaking and certainly didn't feel okay. Air. My lungs were screaming for air. He grabbed the back of my head and gently pulled me into him, putting his arms around me and I didn't even try to pull away. I tried to let oxygen go into my lungs. I tried to breathe.
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