*Sorry for the delay but I wrote the chapter last night itself and I have been busy since morning. I just came from the clinic, edited the chapter immediately and uploaded it! I hope you will understand me. thank you 🙇 *
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“My Amelia! My Bella…get up!”
My alarm vibrated, which was Jenna’s voice recording that she had put on despite my repeated refusals. I was forced to open my eyes and look for my phone.
I turned off the alarm, but still even after turning it off I had a headache. I snuggled my face into the soft pillow and whatever happened last night played in front of my eyes like a movie.
My hands balled into fists.
Anger.
I’m angry.
Angry at him. Angry at the world. And angry at myself.
Laughter bubbled in my throat, that psychotic bastard had the audacity to make me cry and despite my frantically begging him to speak, he didn’t say anything.
He would rather not talk, right? Then don’t, but now I will force him to talk to me.
But I really went crazy last night and that’s why I was begging in front of such a slutty man, who was still interested in his ex-girlfriend who betrayed him with his enemy. He’s crazy, and can do crazy things, but why was I acting like a pathetic bitch last night? And why am I feeling bad that he met his ex?
Don’t fucking tell me that I feel something for that psychotic bastard.
I suddenly sat and shook my head while screaming. I grabbed the packet of my cigarettes and my lighter from the side table beside my bed and quickly lit a cigarette for me. I inhaled and exhaled nicotine heavily and lay down on the bed again to calm my mind.
This is an attraction, from the first moment I saw him and since then, until now, the way my heart started pounding when he was closer to me clearly shows I’m attracted to him. Or it could be an attachment, maybe because of this regular sexual engagement, I have become sexually attached to him.
Possibly, I’m attracted to him or even attached to him, but whatever this is, it undoubtedly shows that I do not love him. Nor will I ever love him. I am already ruined enough, and I will not ruin myself further by loving a man like him.
I have to get rid of this madness of mine. I will not let that psychic bastard mess with my heart or my mind. And for this, I need to distract myself from him and this suffocating world of his.
