Page 105 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

It makes me sick.

All of it.

By the time I manage to escape, the only thing I’ve managed to achieve is to confirm in my mind that what I’m going to do is the right thing.

I can’t continue my life like this.

As I drive back onto the All Hallows’ campus, all I want to do is go to her dorm. But knowing that I have nothing positive about the future to tell her, I turn right and head back to the Chapel instead.

Abi wants to hear that I’m making progress. All this sneaking around and hooking up in the shadows is killing her.

I want to tell her that it’s done, or at least not lie that I’ve got a solid plan.

But I can’t.

We’re not even official yet and I’m already fucking it all up.

With my head bowed, I push through the ancient front door and make my way up to my room with my skin itching with disgust for myself and my actions.

I hate the way they make me feel. The way they make me question everything about my life.

There are only two things that give me any kind of relief.

And the best one isn’t here.

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ABIGAIL

“See, wasn’t this a good idea?” Tally smiles as she nods at my untouched apple crumble blondie.

“Yeah.” I shove a piece round the plate with my fork, my appetite nowhere to be found.

“You should have come with us last night. It would have taken your mind off?—”

“Please, don’t.” I sigh, pushing my plate away.

After Elliot texted me, I got into bed and watched some trashy romcom, ignoring Tally’s many pleas for me to still go along.

I expected him to message again when I didn’t respond. But he didn’t. He didn’t show his face either.

I hoped it might take my mind off him—off the fact our friends were all out on their group date while I was all alone in my dorm room. Trying desperately to ignore the dark urges simmering under my skin.

I might not be proud of the fact that I let my disappointment ruin what could have been a fun night, but I am proud of the fact that I didn’t give into the little voice whispering that I could make it all go away.

I don’t want to hurt myself.

I don’t.

But I also don’t want Elliot to keep hurting me.

“Maybe this is all pointless,” I blurt, earning me a heavy frown from Tally.

“What is?” she asks warily.

“Me and Elliot,” I whisper his name.

You can never be too sure who’s around. And I wouldn’t put it past any one of the other customers enjoying one or Dessert Island’s delicious bakes to know the Eatons.

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