[Book #2 in the Nystrom series.]
[Check tws before reading]
[Dual pov]
I push the feeling away and ultimately concentrate my gaze on his upper body, which still bears the traces of my lipstick. "You did not remove them?" He smirks and closes the boo...
I hope most of you haven't skipped through the TWs even though I tried to not write as many details in some scenes in this chptr since the unedited version made me uncomfortable.
Also, yall can't say this song isn't literally Rowan and Amaya like even the artist's name and the lyrics? I'm dead.
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AMAYAS POV
"Love?" My thoughts were racing when a voice called out, and I did not need to turn around to see that it was Rowan coming around the corner. "Ivy said you weren't looking quite well, what's wrong?"
My throat closes up as a result of the searing sensation that has left a mark against my throat, my stomach's contents burning beneath my organs, and I cover my mouth.
Rowan wraps his arms around me and slips his hands in my hair to keep them away from my face, but I keep pushing him away, keep letting the damn tears flow down my face as though all the mental training to control my emotions has been in vain.
"Just leave me alone for once!" I shout, my voice barely audible and my throat too dry to even utter another word. "No," He shakes his head, "What's wrong with you? You can tell me, love-"
"I cannot." A sob escapes out of the back of my throat and he frowns, the question why standing at the tip of his tongue, my suspicions confirmed right when he asks, "Why? What is so bad that you can't even tell me?"
His voice breaks and I know what he is doing. He thinks I am unaware of his intention to take all of my pain, but every time he does so, something inside of him withers away. He still thinks I am blind to the fact that he is grasping at a thread that is slowly beginning to tear.
"Go away. Is it that fucking hard to just leave me alone? I do not need you to take my pain because in the end you cannot handle it, okay? So stay out of my business." Perhaps too harshly, I snap at him as his frown only deepens and his eyes narrow like he's still attempting to understand what I am trying to hide behind the tough mask that surrounds my face and my heart. He is trying to study me, and I am afraid that he will discover that it is very simple for someone like him-for someone who has known me since childhood-to figure it out.
When I start to almost fall over my own feet and step back, Rowan extends his hand, grabs my wrist, and pulls me back into him. When his palm is pressed against my back and I recoil, he looks over my face as if he is still studying me and it appears that some of the realizations have dawned on him.
And I realized that he did not want to touch my back-rather, he placed his palm on top of the skin just next to my medusa tattoo to observe how I would respond.
"Whatever happened, I believe you." He whispers and I want to believe him, I really want to believe him but it is hard when the one who violated my body was his own uncle-the person both Ivy and Rowan told me about, the person they both talked so awesomely about.