Page 234 of Ruin My Life

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I barely have a second to react before Connor is on me again, slamming me back to the floor.

My head bounces off the carpet with a dullthud. The knife is still in my hand—clenched so hard my knuckles burn—but with his weight crushing my ribs and his hand wrapped like iron cuffs around my wrist, I can’t land a single blow.

“If it makes you feel any better,” he sneers, breath hot on my cheek, spittle hitting my skin, “I’m sure Damon will miss you more than he ever missed Isabella.”

The words twist inside me—worse than the blade wound tearing open my gut. I writhe beneath him, thrash with everything I have left—

It’s not enough.

I’ve never been strong enough.

My heart slams in my chest, louder than the roar of fire devouring the walls.

I need him off me.Now.

He’s too focused on pinning my arms—expecting me to scream or beg. He forgot the one thing I still have control of.

I whip my head forward.

Crack.

Skull meets skull.

White light detonates behind my eyelids—my vision spins, and sour vomit rushes up my throat—but I hear him grunt. Feel his weight shift.

“Goddamnit—You fucking bitch!”

His grip slips.

That’s all I need.

I don’t see clearly—doesn’t matter. I ram the knife up with everything I have left. Blind. Ferocious.

The blade sinks into flesh.

Again. And again.

My scream rips out raw, animal. It twists into a roar—guttural and bottomless.

I keep stabbing. I don’t stop.

Not when he spasms. Not when he goes slack. Not when his blood floods my hands and spatters warm across my face.

I stab him for my dad.

For my mom.

For Amie.

For Jennifer.

For Anya.

For Lee.

For Rebecka.

For Damon.

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