MOONSTRUCK // Marc Spector / Steven Grant x reader

CHAPTER 8

Quick author's note

AAAAAHHH I honestly can't believe this book has 11k reads already. Best part of my day is reading all the comments you guys leave.

Enjoy x

☾ ✩ ☽

VII

☾ Stabbing fanatic ☽

The look of endearment I used to have on my face as I looked at Marc turned into a loathing stare in a second. He's married. -"You're married." I said, I wasn't even going to bother to ask; I don't want to hear an attempt of an explanation.

-"Wait, wait, (y/n)." He quickly made his way but I backed away from him.

I threw the phone at the couch next to him and grabbed my bag. -"Call your wife. She seems worried about you."

I walked away and slammed the door on my way out. Once I got in the elevator I let out an angry scream. God I feel so stupid.

I slid down the elevator wall and winced in pain, but it wasn't from my leg. I looked over to my stomach and saw how the bullet wound I had on my lower abdomen opened and was getting worse in fact.

I feel sick, the whole world around me started spinning and felt like I was going to pass out any second. As soon as the elevator doors opened I was quick to make my way out, making a stop right in front of a trashcan where I puked.

I was receiving multiple stares as I continued to vomit. Embarrassed about the whole situation, I wiped my mouth on my sleeve and walked away.

I managed to make it back to my place and quickly fell on the couch. I felt weak and my mind was all over the place. I moved to lay on my side and let out a cry. I didn't even try to fight it, I let out the tears that threatened to come out ever since I left Marc. Why does it hurt so much?

So here I was, a sobbing mess for the first time ever in years. I hated him. I hated how he made me feel something just to break me in the process.

-"What's wrong?"

I looked over to see Anubis sitting on the couch next to me. -"I feel like ass." I simply said. -"Well I can see that."

I rolled my eyes and sat up as I wiped the tears from my face. -"I feel like my mind is breaking." I said as I looked over to him.

-"Your mind is fine. Your heart is the one hurting." He pointed a finger at my chest.   -"My whole body is hurting as well, I haven't been healing properly."

I pulled my shirt a little to show the bullet wound on my abdomen. If someone someone could explain why I wasn't healing, it would be him. -"Your mind is not letting you heal."

I raised an eyebrow as I pulled down the shirt. -"Why would I not want to heal?"

-"The suit allows you to heals because your mind knows you need to keep going. However if your mind doesn't want to keep going, how can it heal?" I studied his words for a second before I got up.

I walked over to my balcony to feel the fresh air. A tear escaped my eye the more I thought about my feelings. -"Maybe a part of me hopes I die on this mission." I let out a chuckle. It was the truth.