"Im going to fucking break you" Reston seethed.
"Please. Please. Please. I beg you. Don't hurt me." I cried taking steps back.
Blair Summers has always lived in fear due to her relentless stalker, a presence that has haunted her since her mother mar...
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"Nothing." I look down biting my trembling lip.
"I'm going to take away your knives." Emerald squeezes my arm, his voice firm and threatening.
"Please don't." I squeal trying to keep my waterworks at bay. My left knee rocking unconsciously giving away my weak state of mind. I'm never like this. I don't know what's taken over me. I hate this.
"Then stop trying to slit yourself." I nodded still looking down refusing to look at him. His anger dissolved subsequently when he realised I was breaking down at something. I didn't want to be here anymore even though I didn't take a look in the casket yet. I don't know what I was feeling. Guilt? Shame? Remorse? Anger. I just wanted out.
"Why did you do it?" He asked politely this time.
"I wanted to." I say honestly. Obviously if he finds out about shadow, he'll be the first to slap me, let alone run to Reston. I know he has never hit me—hit me but I never know.
"Reston needs you." I hear Racy's voice and I look up at her, my eyes still glassy with unshed tears. She looks at me with brows furrowed, comes forward and hugs me without asking any questions. She gently pats my head and my tears go astray on her chest and I sniffle. I know she knows but still doesn't point out the obvious like everyone.
My heart pounds as I try to stay invisible in Racy's comforting embrace. Her silent understanding soothes me, but only for a moment. When Ares calls her name, she turns, her face lighting up to greet him, Moritz, Denver, and Jay, all clad in black suits. I shrink back, trying to disappear from Ares's angered gaze.
As Racy leaves to join Reston, I feel the weight of Ares's scrutiny, his eyes burning into me. I can't stand it any longer. I need air. I slip out stepping back to exit and find myself on the grassland, the open space offering a fleeting sense of freedom. I try to breathe, to calm myself.
Then I see her—a woman in a sleek black dress, adorned with huge pearls and sunglasses that give her an aura straight out of a Tiffany's movie. She strides towards me with a purpose that makes my heart race. When she clears her throat, I can only stare. Who is she?
"You must be Blair." Her distaste is completely unmasked and it hurts me a little but I should be expecting that in this place.
"That's me." I give her a small smile.
"You're disgusting. Born from a woman like that." She sneers.
"I'm sorry for your loss." I try to say calmly despite her rude comment.
"Why are you're here? At his burial? After what your mother did?" She questions me as if she's an immediate family member and I'm an outsider.
"I came to pay my respects, he's my step father after all" I look around trying to seek someone's support. She's starting to make me feel horrible.
