Page 236 of Pretty Little Lies

I want to scream how frustrated and disappointed I am in him. That he devastated me with betrayal when I allowed him in my home, my family and still had my sisters taken away into a stranger’s house.

But none of that happens.

My scream is of sensual gratification at how Torin fucks me like he owns me. Searching for his own high as he delivers mine underneath him. It only drives him to go faster, finding his own climax seconds later, as he strokes his cock and finishes on my stomach.

My hands are promptly released as he lets go of me, the feeling in them half-gone as he crawls off the bed to clean himself up.

He plucks something off my bedroom floor as I work to regain my breathing, but I’m fully not given that opportunity when his next words seep into my lungs, my veins, my muddled brain, and even my fucking heart.

“This changes nothing,” he issues out. “I’m only going to break you down until maybe one day you shove a knife into your own gut and pussy out from the pain created in your head because you’re dead to me. But, don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll break one day and come back to fuck you so hard that we’ll both forget what happened for a few moments.” A shirt hits my face then, sticky with residue of his cum. “Thanks for the fuck.”

Normally, I’d jump out of bed and pummel him to the floor. I’d unleash all my pent-up anger on his body just to discipline his sorry ass into believing that he has no right to punish me the way he did. To rip my whole existence into two.

However, that doesn’t happen as well.

My whole body shuts down in defeat as I hear him walk down the hallway toward the front door of my soon-to-be old home.

All of this will be gone.

My family is gone.

Dad is dead.

Loneliness slithers up my frame as I curl into a ball, ignoring the aftermath of Torin on my body. A broken sob follows as my body feels it all the way to my bones.

Torin Wildes ruptured my heart and left it to die in his wake. He abandoned me with him still on my skin and the sensation of his release still inside me.

He crushed me and left.

SIXTY-THREE

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With a backpackfull of shit and a duffle bag with some of my clothes, I opted out for an abandoned train car to stay for the night. It’s cold as hell, but I don’t want another run with Torin and his temper. And I can’t focus on anything but what Emilio is going to do for me.

Also, my terms.

I want a divorce from Ramsey within two years, because I wasn’t going to ever love him, so why bother? No kids would come from this arrangement. I’m not sleeping with him. I wouldn’t give up my friendships with South Shore, nor would I not go there. I didn’t want any involvement on Ramsey’s behalf to be around my sisters.

He wasn’t invited to holidays, birthday parties, dinners, weekends, days where a rainbow came out to grace us with its presence—nothing.

And most importantly, Ellie and Mae would be delivered to me ASAP before Dad was buried.

Which is in two days.

And Levi would be out of jail to help.

Emilio agreed and his only requirement was Friday night dinners at his place and that I would come to his birthday party every year.

Done.

A new contract would be drawn up and given to me to sign as the marriage certificate. That was another thing I didn’t want—a wedding. I don’t want a soiree of more lies in my life. I might have to sacrifice seven hundred and thirty days of my life, but it was worth having my family under one roof.

One that I don’t have yet, but I’ll worry about that when Mae and Ellie are back.

Settling into my metal home and hard floor, I wrap a blanket around me and try to get comfortable. My brain won’t stop running, my heart won’t stop the decline with every heartbeat of what I’ve done thus far because I’m not close to being done.

My plan to annihilate Torin Wildes is so vivid in my mind that I’m scared I’m going to lose a little bit of myself.

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