"Maybe-" I broke off.
There was absolutely nothing to grasp in his defense. I felt grimy and like the lowest of the low. I was- no, he was the lowest of the low and I had no idea how to change this. So, why try? My hand balled into a fist, firm.
No matter what I said or tried to do or maybe even think, this situation was acid in my veins and I didn't want it there anymore. His hands felt like cold steel manacles on me here and his eyes were watching, waiting for something.
I could've run down there and done everything to arrest him, shouted out to poor Carmen, or simply could've called the police myself. I couldn't do anything though, really.
If I could just, I opened my mouth and tried to speak but words failed me, my own tongue betrayed me. Practically evaporated in my mouth. Then my chest caved.
My feet were lead and my mind was amped on something, I shook uncontrollably, my jaw was gnashing and my limbs began to tingle to a chill. He clutched me hard against him but I was beyond the privilege of feeling. My heart made its final plummet before he let go.
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Something Like Shame (BWWM)
RomansaTo Henna and all the other girls in the school, Sebastian Wick is the perfect male specimen; he's handsome, young, and a little charming. Sebastian sees something in Henna that almost no one in her life had ever cared to see. And after spending more...
