Page 93 of Blinded By Love

“Because he did something unforgivable.” I look away from Hayden, uncomfortable by the topic and wanting to talk about something else, desperately.

Hayden places his hand on my thigh and I grab his hand and stroke his bruised knuckles from all the fights he has been doing.

“He’s a fucking idiot for whatever he did.”

You’re fat and you’re going to end up like a hooker just like your mom.

Poor Jaclyn has diabetes and is probably going to end up being a fucking druggie because of that.

She’s so fat, Anne, what are you feeding her? She should have stayed with me.

I can fix it Jaclyn. I swear, all you have to do is listen to me.

I can help you.

“I know. But sometimes his voice is still there, haunting me in the back of my mind.”

Hayden holds my chin in his hand again and makes me look at him. “Let me get rid of him then,” he says before bringing my face closer to his and kissing me. It’s gentle at first. Like a baby deer’s first step into the world before he opens his mouth wider and devours me entirely.

He licks my bottom lip before nipping at it softly making me whimper in his mouth. His hand slides up my throat and holds it as he kisses me with such raw and undenied passion it makes me want to pass out.

I breathe hard as he kisses me as if I’m out of breath and I need him like I need air.

It’s so cliche saying that but it’s never been more true.

I need Hayden like I need air.

“Are they gone?” Hayden asks softly against my lips before taking them in his again.

“What?” I mumble.

“The voices.”

I don’t answer.

I don’t hear anything as I kiss him and as he touches me with gentle caresses.

I don’t hear anything.

The voices are gone.

It’s not just my mind and me anymore.

Forty-Four

Hayden

My face goes to the side as I take a hit to the jaw. I grunt before pressing my upper body against his and pushing him against the cage.

I don’t think twice before thrusting my fists out to cause damage to his face. He grunts while trying to push me away but I don’t stop.

Everything is quiet in my head as I take out everything in my head and put it all into my punches. I don’t hear the yelling or the screaming of people cheering my name. I just focus on the way my fist connects with his face.

He thrusts his fist out to connect with my rib, making me wince and back away from him. I still swing my hand to connect with his jaw making him spit blood on the floor. I take a glimpse at the floor, seeing spots of blood covering the white padding.

I look back at him and see he’s in a defensive pose.

I motion him to come closer. “Come on.”

---