His brother

91. Chapter

New York, United States
August

If I ever thought that fear could go away and I'd be the old girl I used to be again, I was fucking wrong. How could I even think such a thing? I kept forgetting all that, even though it wasn't true. I have never forgotten the pain and suffering she caused me.

I was really stupid.

Stupidly naive!

I wanted to believe that I had been given a second chance, only for it to be taken from me immediately. That naivety crushed my heart and I was back where I was years ago. Sometimes I wished I could be normal for a while because I felt a sense of freedom.

But it was all a lie.

A lie wrapped in a truth that stung my heart more than I ever imagined. Everything I was doing was against me from the very bottom of me, but I had no choice. The only thing that confirmed me was that I was a lost soul and this was my punishment for all of that.

I apologize for mistakes that I am not even responsible for.

But who knew? Nobody.

Who heard my cry? Only her.

"How are you, my dear?" My heart was suddenly gripped by an invisible hand. I felt my own heartbeat, which only accelerated when I looked at her. I suddenly couldn't even breathe properly.

I knew this day would come, but god..

"Se-Seven..." I whispered in amazement and instinctively lowered my head, "what are you doing here?" I didn't dare to raise my head and look into her eyes, I was too scared for that.

"Um, I don't know. I wanted to see you," she grabbed my chin and lifted it up. My eyes met hers and I wanted to automatically back away, but I didn't, "she wants to talk to you." I rolled my eyes and the words got stuck somewhere in my throat.

No, please!

NO PLEASE!

I was banging my head against the sack and hot tears were streaming down my face.

I didn't want it.

I didn't want to face him again.

"Don't forget why I let you leave me." A bitter taste passed through me, but I suppressed it very quickly.

My chest was tightening, preventing me from breathing. My heart was beating nervously and I could hear my own heartbeat.

"I-I can't," I whispered to her and she grinned wickedly.

"I can take this well-being away from you very quickly, Corinne. Don't try your luck." did you really think this was bliss? It was far from it.

If living in fear of your life is bliss, then I've got a crazy sense of humor.

But who was I to contradict her? And to him...

"When?" I didn't look into her eyes again. I obediently kept my head down.

"You'll find out and now get out of my way."

Crazy bitch!

She controlled my life, she controlled me!

Fucking bitch!

All I could do were my hateful thoughts. I was the only one who could be brave in them.

When someone forces you to hit rock bottom, that's the only place you can find partial solace.

Otherwise, your own head can be your nightmare.