Page 84 of Innocence
“Come on, Sweetheart.”
Tobias waved me through a door to a large bedroom.
My eyes shifted from the wet bar in the corner, and sex toys strewn about, to the large circular bed in the middle of the room.
Well, I guess this is my life now.
Sighing, I pulled my shirt over my head.
Tobias cocked a brow at me. “What are you doing?”
“This is what you want, isn’t it?”
“I like my balls way too much to even go there.”
Great. Even the world’s biggest slut didn’t want me.
“Fucking Enzo.” He shook his head and sauntered over to the wet bar, muttering, “What’d you get yourself involved in, Tobias?”
Can’t say I blamed him. I mean, he did get stuck with me. My own mother didn’t like me. How horrible of a person did I have to be for that to happen? Something had to be wrong with me.
Tobias poured himself a shot, which he promptly sucked back, before refilling his glass. “I’m sure Enzo will be here soon.”
No he wouldn’t.
“I give it ten minutes before he comes through that door.”
“Sure he will,” I grumbled back.
Lorenzo wasn’t coming for me. No one would ever come for me.
“You’re fucking depressing me.” He lifted the glass in his hand and waved his finger at a set of glass doors. “Why don’t you go hang out in the courtyard or something.”
I shrugged and walked outside. Whatever. He was the Master here. I was meant to obey.
The courtyard, which used to seem so beautiful, was now dull and lifeless. The flower’s bright petals and sweet scent didn’t call to me the way the balcony did. More specifically, the very long drop off the edge.
I stepped up to the railing and stared at the rocky surface below. Water crashed off the shore in the distance as the wind blew around my legs, lifting the skirt of my dress.
I watched the fabric flapping and thought how easy it would be to take that leap. One step off the edge could end all my misery and pain. It probably wouldn’t even hurt that bad.
‘You’re a useless child.’
‘Stupid.’
‘Ugly.’
‘Worthless.’
A tear rolled down my cheek as I looked up at the stars twinkling overhead. Who would really miss me if I was gone? No one was looking for me now, so what did it matter?
Angie’s voice rang out in the back of my head.
I’ll always have your back.
“I can’t do it anymore.”
Yes, you can.
