Part 2 (Destiny's POV) Rich baby daddy by drake ft. Sexxy red, SZA
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KHALIL
What is wrong with me? Why am I like this? I messed up—badly. She's never going to look at me the same.
The events from last week still plague my mind. The words she spat at me. The look on her face will haunt me forever. "Monster," she called me. I've been called a monster by many people to the point where it's kind of become my label. When someone calls me a monster, I usually laugh because it's in scenarios where I am in control.
But when she called me a monster, I felt ashamed.
Why am I so broken?
I was begging—if there was any god that existed—to save me. Yet once again, my father was right: no one could ever really love me. I was in a mental battle with my inner demons, and I was slowly losing.
I didn't know whether I should check on her or not. Sitting in my office, contemplating, I finally came to a conclusion. I had to face her and explain myself. I couldn't lose her. I was falling for this woman helplessly.
I made my way to our room. I was face to face with the door and turned the gold knob after inserting the key. The light from the window was the only illumination in the room.
I spotted her on the bed with her hands around her body, silently sobbing. As soon as she saw me, she stopped.
I hate seeing her cry, and those tears are all my fault.
I cautiously stepped toward her. She didn't say a word as I sat at the edge of the bed.
I was nervous to speak, but I could no longer hold in my problems, expecting them to resolve on their own. I'm classified as a deranged madman, but I was willing to give up that title when I was around her.
"I never wanted you to see that side of me. I want you to know that I would never hurt you. I would never intentionally put your life in danger," I began.
"I'm just so... messed up... mentally messed up," I stuttered over my words.
She looked up through her wet lashes with an angry expression on her face. I could see the tear stains forming into white streaks. Her mouth opened but then shut. Taking the opportunity, I restated my statements.
