Page 18 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

My heart begins to race as I think about what she might be doing inside that big house all alone.

Has she done it again?

Is she cutting herself because of me?

Or worse… Is that why I never see any movement?

My hands tremble as I reach for the toothbrush I found in the cupboard and made mine.If she’s done something stupid because of me, I’ll never forgive myself.

My skin prickles with self-hatred.

Elliot Eaton, never quite good enough.

A failure at being a son. A best friend. A… boyfriend.

Reaching into the shower, I turn it as hot as it’ll go, shove my boxers from my legs, and step inside, letting the burn feed the darkness that is beginning to consume me.

It’s been a long time since I let it control me, and I have every intention of fighting it. But every now and then, it’s comforting to let the old friend come and play.

It’s like scratching a rash. For those few seconds, it’s fucking bliss. But then, when it’s over, it only leaves more pain in its wake.

I stand there until my skin glows red from the heat and the worst of my demons have been washed away.

For now, at least.

Wrapping Abigail’s towel around my waist, I walk back into her bedroom to find my phone vibrating across her bedside table.Hope erupts within me that it might be her, that she might want to talk about what happened.

It’s wishful thinking, but I can’t help it.

Sadly, though, when I get there, I find that it’s Reese.

Knowing he won’t let it drop until I answer, I swipe the screen.“Where the fuck are you?” he barks.

I look around the room I’m in the middle of. “Uh… Out,” I mutter, unwilling to explain where I really am and how pathetic I’ve become.

“I fucking know that. You’ve beenoutsince Wednesday night.”

“I’ve got shit going on,” I say quietly, naïvely hoping it’ll be enough to put an end to his questions.

“Yeah, like meeting me in the gym twenty minutes ago. I swear to God, man. Her pussy better be fucking gold-plated or some shit.”

“Because you’ve never forgotten our plans because of Liv,” I counter.

“So there is a girl.” He’s smug as fuck and I can picture his accomplished smirk from here.

“No there isn’t a fucking girl.”

“Making the most of Lauren, then. She’s hot. I wouldn’t blame you if?—”

“I’m not fucking Lauren. I’m not fucking anyone.”

“That’s your problem, right there. All work and no play makes Elliot Eaton a real miserable fucker.”

“Did you actually want something?” I ask, getting bored of his teasing.

“Yeah, to work out with my mate like we’d planned. It’s Saturday fucking morning. You can’t have any better offers if you’re not fucking anyone.”

I sigh. “Fine. Fine. I’ll be there in ten.”

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