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Let Me Love You

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𝐒𝐚𝐲, 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧

𝐎𝐡, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞

𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧

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I had become so used to waking up with his arms around me, the gentle sound of his breathing, the warmth of his chest. I didn't like the feeling of his absence, even though I had lived without him my whole life before.

Quietly, I slipped out from under the covers, making sure not to wake the twins who had fallen asleep beside me. I pulled on an old sweatshirt and tiptoed out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. The hallway was cold, the floorboards creaking with every step. The house was eerily silent.

As I approached the top of the grand staircase, I heard the murmur of voices drifting up from my father's study. The house was usually silent at this hour, so the sound was strange. 

I paused, my bare feet cold on the polished wood. It was too early for the usual morning bustle, and the darkness outside suggested the storm wasn't going to pass over easily.

Then I recognized Camilla's voice, sharp and insistent, and my stomach clenched with dread.

I tiptoed closer to the study, pressing my ear against the heavy oak door. The words were muffled but the tone was clear. Anger, accusations. Then slowly I made out the words.

"...never been good enough for this family," Camilla spat.

My dad's voice, usually calm, was strained. "She's still my daughter, Camilla."

"But she's a mess," Camilla continued, "always has been."

"Maybe if you weren't so lenient, she'd have turned out better," Camilla's voice grew louder but was hushed quickly. "You're just enabling her, letting her come back here after everything she's done."

I felt my chest tighten, a coil of anger unfurling. But the sadness was stronger, a weight that settled in my bones.

"It's not about enabling," my dad said, his voice firm. "It's about giving her a chance."

"A chance to what? To ruin her life further? To bring more scandal?"

"She's hurt," he replied, "and she's trying to find her way."

"She's a screw up. When she left us, she was violent and aggressive. I tried my best that night to calm her down, to help her, but she just cursed at me and shoved me aside," Camilla's voice grew in pitch, the malice clear even through the wood.

I felt my hands ball into fists at my sides.

"She stole your car! And humiliated me in front of all our guests," Camilla's voice grew shriller if that was possible. Just imagine the sound of nails on a chalkboard, but worse, and in the form of a voice.