Her Voice 2 [JENLISA]

Chapter 22

Lisa

The fight had left me completely battered. Slashed and bleeding in pain. I remembered losing consciousness for a minute, the world going pitch black and then…nothing. The next time I woke up, I was in the car with Bogum in the driving seat as we cruised through the dark streets of Bangkok.

The water cascading around me was both soothing and a slow torture. I rubbed my skin furiously, trying to wash away the blood and the filth of the death-pit. My wounds seemed to burn right out of my flesh, causing me to wince and hiss every time I accidentally touched them.

The cold water started to turn my aching body numb, and I placed my forehead against the shower wall, sagging forward. My shoulders slumped, and I felt…so fucking lost.

Closing my eyes, I breathed. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

My mind became an endless road that led me to nowhere. I thought of everything that had taken place within a week. Day and night, I had been consumed with one thought only.

How badly I had fucked up.

Sometimes, I’d wake up breathless—screaming for Jiyong to stop.

My nights had been riddled with nightmares.

And my days, every waking hour, every time I looked at Jennie, I was reminded of how badly I had failed her. It was a never-ending circle of torture.

Just thinking of all the things he had done, it made me so fucking incensed.

But I was powerless.

For now.

Two more weeks.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Jennie said she was strong. She really was. Strong and beautiful. Her heart had been broken so many times, yet she still found a way to smile at me. How? I didn’t know.

She said she loved me.

But…I loathed myself.

Love couldn’t be so blind. Love couldn’t be so accepting. Love couldn’t be so…innocent and pure.

Yet Jennie made it all of that. Accepting. Innocent. Pure. Beautiful. Something otherworldly. She had a heart full of love to give, and I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to withstand it.

She had shown the devil a piece of heaven, and she was greedy for more. She kept coming back, starving for another taste. In the end, it broke her.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

A touch of my shoulder caused me to stiffen, causing my thoughts to halt. Swiveling around, I faced the intruder.

Shock coursed through my body, and I stared at the woman standing in front of me, naked and wet from the water spray. Staring at me with beautiful hazel eyes that told me silent stories.

Jennie.

“Lisa,” she whispered gently. Her gaze traveled the length of my body, and her expression grew pained at the sight of my injuries.

She touched my chest lightly, her brows furrowed and her lips wobbling with an effort to keep her cries inside. “Why do you do this to yourself?”

My sweet myshka was here. In my room. In my shower.

I must have gone mad. My mind was playing tricks. I couldn’t think. I heard her speak yet my ears couldn’t register her words fully. Shock could only make me silently stare at the exquisite vision in front of me.

How?

Jennie was never allowed to leave her room. Yet here she was…in the middle of the night. Like a little siren, she had come here to tempt me with her words and her beautiful broken soul.