Chapter 16

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My heart shattered.
My legs grew wobbly.
My head was pounding.

I sank to my knees and strung my fingers through my hair. This can't be happening. I have to get out of here.
I ran out of the room, down the steps and into the library. I went to the deepest darkest corner and sat in the dusty windowsill. How could he do this to us? Wasn't he happy with me?

I sat there for hours asking myself questions. Why would he do that? Why would he sleep with another fucking woman when he was with me? Why would he d-
I was cut off by the door to the library creaking open. I stood in the windowsill and looked at the door, but it was just opened with no one standing there.
HELL NO! I always knew this place was haunted! I jumped down and grabbed a fire poker and stuck it in front of me to defend myself. (But seriously tho what the hell is a fire poker thingy gonna do? Isa ghost not a human. God some of her decisions make me wanna kms) I slowly walked towards the door and started swinging it in front of me once I saw a dark figure move.
As soon as I made contact with the figure I dropped the poker and ran out of the door. I ran back up to my room, locked the door and hid under my blankets until morning.
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"Maxon how many times do I have to tell you I don't want to talk to you? GO AWAY!" I've been in my room for a full 32 hours now and I refuse to come out. Not after what Maxon did to us.
"America, please just let me explain. I didn't do what you're accusing me of," he said. He'd been sitting outside my door for 45 minutes now. Ever since breakfast ended.
"Why should I listen to you? You betrayed me!" I was crying now. I never wanted to cry over him again.
"Just let me go home already I don't want to be here!" I screamed. I threw the closest thing at the door and that just so happened to be a very expensive looking vase.
"Please. Just let me explain myself." He pleaded.
There was a long silence where I thought.














































And thought.



































And thought.


















































"No."

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