Will Castle be able to resist the school's playgirl whom he has to tutor?
Holly Versace never took anything serious in life. But when her grades go down and her position as the cheerleading captain is threatened, she needs to find a tutor to help h...
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| 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐞 |
I'm furious. So fucking furious. I wanna kill somebody.
The whole time, I try keeping calm to not make Castle more anxious. He's sitting silently on a chair, with his head hanging low. They're bandaging William's leg inside the room. Castle needed a moment. I'm pacing in front of him, trying to keep myself from punching anyone.
How dare he slap Castle?
How dare he hurt William?
Anger boils my blood to the point where I want to march over to his house and break his fucking bones.
A sigh escapes Castle's mouth that has me halting in my tracks. That's the first sound he made since we left his house. Before leaving, we checked on Camille to see her deep in sleep. She doesn't look too well. She looks exhausted.
The vet assumed Will sprained his leg while playing, so neither of us had to do any explaining.
I sit down beside Castle, looking at his face. "Do you want me to do something for you?"
He doesn't lift his head. He remains silent for a long time.
"I'm tired." He whispers so low that I almost don't hear him.
He fists his hands on his thighs, closing his eyes. "I'm so fucking tired." He grits out.
My heart aches for him. "Castle." I put my hand on his arm to let him know I'm here.
Then some kind of dam seems to shatter because one moment Castle is sitting all rigid and silent, and the next, he bursts into tears. His hands fly to cover his face, but it doesn't hide the short gasps of pain that escapes his mouth.
He tries to contain his tears, furiously clutching his face as if he wants to disappear.
My arms go around his neck, pulling him towards me. He resists but I still do it. "Shh, it's alright." I whisper to him. I tuck his head under my chin. "It's alright. Let it out."
Small cries and sobs leave his mouth, echoing throughout the empty hallway. His shoulders shake and he tries so hard to quieten himself. With each painful sound that escapes his mouth, my chest aches. I clutch him to me as if I can protect him from every bad thing. I rock us back and forth. He eventually gives up hiding his face and clings to me as he cries.
I know for a fact he's not crying because of what happened today. He's crying because of what happened to him every day. He's reliving every moment in his head, thinking the worst about himself. William got hurt today and he thinks it's his fault.
"I hate him." His words end in a choked sob, but he still rambles as if he needs to get it off his chest. "I hate him so fucking much, Holly. I'm also scared of him. I'm terrified of him. He's a monster. I don't want to see him ever again."
