"The only thing that keeps me sane is either violence or fucking... so unless you wanna bend over for me, I suggest you let me go." He whispered harshly against my neck, pressing me more against the wall with his body, making my breath hitch.
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Anaya POV:
Disorientated
Numb
Hurt
Heartbroken
That's just some of the few words that can be used to describe the way I feel come next morning. I hadn't gotten even a wink of sleep last night but that had been expected. After Caden had walked out on me last night, I had remained standing in the bathroom for a good couple of minutes just thinking about – everything.
What had started off as the most perfect night had quickly taken a turn for the worst. I had remained in the bathroom until there were no more tears left to cry out. I wasn't just heartbroken – no, my heart ached for Caden. After everything he had been through – he still had no hope for a better future. The anger and hate that he carried inside was slowly consuming him. And I feared that someday it would completely engulf him, erasing any and all form of goodness that I knew was inside him.
Crawling out of bed, I looked at the time on my phone. It was six in the morning yet I couldn't find it in myself to do my usual morning routine. Sighing, I made my way towards the bathroom. Wincing as the memories of last night assaulted my head; I quickly averted my eyes from the shower cubicle and walked towards the mirror.
Looking in the mirror the girl who stared back was not me.
I always woke up feeling energized and fresh. Whereas the girl staring back at me looked tired and worn out; like she had been dragged through hell and back. Dark circles stood out against my red eyes making it seem like I had aged overnight. My long hair was a tangled mess on top of my head and my eyes lacked its usual spark.
Overall – I looked bad.
I couldn't help but chuckle at my reflection. Never in my life had I thought it would come down to this:
Anaya Adams – affected so much by a guy.
I prided myself in not being like one of those stereotypical girls in high school who cry and mope over a guy when they get their heart broken. I was never like those girls. Yet here we are.
Caden King was the only guy who had ever been capable of getting through to me. And he had done just that.
He had driven a knife right through my heart – making it bleed and shatter into pieces; pieces that would never mend together.
I had started a journey; to heal and help Caden, to be his friend and mentor but in the end... I'm the one who was left to pieces.
Caden King was always bound to leave me broken...
And he didn't disappoint...
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After parking my car in the school lot, I pressed my head against the steering wheel, trying to mentally prepare myself about seeing Caden again after last night. Lifting my head, I looked around, thinking about yesterday when I had stepped into the school with Caden right by my side.
