Page 6 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

Every second with him, every stolen kiss and desperate touch… It had all felt too real to be a farce.

Another wave of pain splinters through me as the houses and shops begin to give way to the gloomy, dark countryside.

Rain pelts off the car, drowning out the sound of my heart breaking. Shattering in my chest and bleeding out all over my car.

I have no one to call. Nowhere to go.

I have?—

A thought occurs to me and I feel a flicker of relief.

Why didn’t I think of it sooner?

Probably because when I left home and moved into the dorms, I thought I’d never look back.

But I don’t have anywhere else to go.

And regardless of how much it hurts to be there, nothing hurts more than knowing the boy I love betrayed me.

When I finally pull up to my childhood home, I don’t get out of the car.

Instead, I torture myself by reading my last text thread with Elliot. The messages that led to this point.

This utter despair and devastation.

Elliot: Can you meet me?

Abigail: What? Now?

Elliot: Yeah. I can’t come back to All Hallows’ yet, but I want to see you.

Abigail: Where do you want to meet?

Elliot: There’s a bar just outside town. The Black Swan.

Abigail: Are you sure? Isn’t it too soon?

Elliot: It’s fine, I promise. Meet me at seven? Wear something pretty. Just for me.

Abigail: I’ll be there.

Elliot: Such a good girl for me. See you at seven. E

God, I’d been so giddy at the thought that he wanted to be seen with me in public—that he wanted to go on a date.

I was so eager to soak up his attention, the thrill of being his girl, I didn’t question it.

I didn’t even consider that?—

I swallow over the lump in my throat.

Why would I have assumed anything was wrong?

It’s Elliot.

I trusted him.

I trusted him not to hurt me.

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