Page 13 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

Did Elliot tell her what happened?

No, I don’t believe that. He wouldn’t. Unless she found out another way?

Oh God. Do they all know what he did?

How will I ever face them again?

Panic floods me, my fingers trembling as I text her back.

Abi: What are you talking about? Elliot didn’t do anything. Things just got a bit much and I needed some space. I’ll see you soon, okay. x

Tally: Space is fine, Abi, but WHERE are you? Tell me and I’ll come and be with you. Elliot asked me to check on you. He seemed worried. I know something happened. x

I don’t know how to feel about that, so I shove it down and text her back.

Abi: Really, it’s fine. I’m fine. x

Tally: You’re a terrible liar. But you’re also one of my best friends so please just tell me where you are. x

Abi: I’m sorry but I can’t. Just know that I’m safe and I’ll be okay. I need some time. x

Tally: Abs, come on. You’re stronger than this. x

I’m not though.

I can fool myself into thinking I’m fine but I’m not. The urge to hurt myself, to allow myself the one thing I know will give me some measure of relief burns inside me. Calling to me.

Whispering like a siren in the night.

I ignore her, for now. Trying to focus on my pain. My heartache. Trying to acknowledge and sit with it until I can breathe through it.

It’s in this moment that the conclusion I come to is that I am completely and utterly alone in this world.

Sure, Tally is pissed at Elliot now. But that won’t last forever. She’s an Heir’s girlfriend. Her loyalty will always be to them. The same goes for Liv and Raine.

No matter how much they want to stand up for me, they’ll always be a part of the inner circle, and I’ll always be on the outside looking in.

I knew that before, and I know it even more now.

I let my feelings for Elliot cloud my judgement.

I let myself believe that he truly wanted me.

But wanting someone and treating them with respect and dignity and… love are two very different things.

Maybe Elliot Eaton really is incapable of feeling anything beyond surface level emotion.

Because I refuse to believe that if he cared about me at all?—

“Stop, you have got to stop this,” I whisper to myself.

These thoughts—the ones replaying over and over in my head—agonising over every little detail is going to get my nowhere.

What’s done is done.

And no matter how much it hurts, how devastated I am, I can either sink or swim.

I just need some time.

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