Page 91 of Tempting Rowan (Trace + Olivia 3)

The dress.

The hair.

The shoes.

None of it was me.

I was an imposter.

I didn’t belong here.

This life wasn’t mine.

I didn’t deserve to be surrounded by these people—to laugh and smile with Trent.

I was tainted.

I continued to glare at the girl in the mirror.

I hated her.

I hated me.

Before I could stop myself, my fist cocked back and flew into the mirror.

It shattered everywhere, slicing my knuckles painfully and making me scream.

I crumbled to the ground, some of the shattered mirror shards digging into the bare skin of my legs.

My knuckles were on fire and blood dripped from my fingers onto the floor.

Oh God.

What had I done?

“Rowan!” Trent pounded on the door.

Of course he’d come to check on me. Someone had probably heard the mirror break and my scream.

“Rowan! Open the goddamn door!”

I couldn’t move if I wanted to.

I sat there, cradling my injured hand in the other.

“I’m going to break down this fucking door if you don’t open it!”

I shook my head, despite the fact that no one could see me, my throat constricting painfully.

He pounded on the door and then silence fell.

I stared down at the blood dripping from my knuckles and down my fingers. The pain filled me with an odd sense of satisfaction. The physical pain drowned out what I felt inside. I liked it.

The door burst open, splintering from the hinges. Trent stood there, cradling his shoulder, his chest rising heavily with each breath. His mouth fell open as he caught sight of the shards of mirror littering the black and white tiled floor and my bleeding hand.

“Row,” he gasped, dropping to the ground and reaching for my hand.

I whimpered as he inspected my bloodied knuckles. “We need to get you to a hospital.”

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