Page 36 of Poison Vows

Then there’s the way he looked at me when he said I had hurt him by breaking his trust…

God, why the hell did that do me in, like a sledgehammer to the chest?

I couldn’t breathe when I saw the look on his face.

“Urgh!”

This is how I first fell into this sea of unrequited love in the first place, with no hope of being saved.

I latched onto him with everything in me simply because he never once let go of my hand.

He already knew I was suicidal that night we met, but he was also aware of something else I wasn’t.

I didn’t have the courage to go through with it.

A little girl, aware that she’s a burden to her brother and grandmother, responsible for the death of her grandfather, sick, slow, unintelligent, riddled with nightmares, abandoned and easily forgettable. Is it any wonder that I padlocked myself to the first person to ever indulge me the way he did?

When a surprise moment of death actually came via some dangerous men, he took my hand and jumped off that cliff with me.

I fell with him, literally.

But figuratively, I fellforhim… alone.

I mean, he never once said he likes me, let alone that he loves me.

It’s just that over the years, there’ve been more than a handful inexplicable moments we’ve shared… and things he has done for me and to me that…

My heart leaps in my chest at the thought of what happened in his office.

I quickly rush back to the master bedroom. I find it spotless and clean from the horror scene it was a while ago.

The bed is made and Jackson’s mutilated bloody body is nowhere in sight.

Now, not only is it sterile, there’s a pleasant scent wafting in the air. It’s as if nothing happened in here.

Shaking my head at Emmett’s quick movements, I quickly rush into the bathroom and find the floor-length mirror to check my backside.

Tentatively, I touch it and hiss in pain.

It’s still sore, but why, oh why, did I respond like that to that man?

How did he know to do that?

I was on the verge of having a panic attack, but he snatched me out of it by delivering an unexpected…

“Am I a masochist?” I whisper to myself in shock.

Well, if you’re going to hold on to unrequited love for as long as I have then it tracks, to be honest.

“Seriously, what was that?” I mutter to myself.

Feeling majorly unsettled, I grab my phone and go straight to the group chat.

Wake your lazy asses up! I have a question!!

Kim: Did you wake up on the floor?

Raea: We’ve been up for hours! What’s up?

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