Page 144 of Shattered

“Christian, you have no idea what you are talking about.” She barely recognized her own voice now. Her mouth didn’t feel like her own, and half the words came out completely slurred.

“It was the same with Millie. I knew she wanted me, but she wouldn’t admit it. I was not the cookie cutter picture of perfection. I didn’t fit into her world. I didn’t fit the mold. That night she turned me down was only because she was around her snooty group of friends. But she got what she wanted in the end.”

“Call Callum.”

Christian started to laugh. “You’re not his. You never were, and you never will be.” He bent down to face her more fully. “You are mine. You always have been.”

Christian reached out to pick her up. She was practically weight at this point. She tried to grasp onto him, but her fingers felt so weak. She knew then that something was very wrong.

“I need help.”

“That’s the most honest statement I’ve heard you say as of late.”

“Please.” It was then that she realized she was scared. Christian was scaring her, and that was an emotion she wasn’t sure how to handle.

“I didn’t want to do this.” Christian stood over her as he spoke.

“Call an ambulance.” She was frantically trying to dislodge her mind from whatever had taken hold.

“Have you already fucked him?”

“Please call someone.”

Her vision was going in and out of focus, but this time she felt the wetness running down her face and she knew she was crying.

The hardwood floor underneath her suddenly became soft.

And then it was dark.

And then she was cold.

Christian always kept his room so cold. She’d never understood why. A few minutes ago, she’d been so filled with burning rage that she hadn’t even noticed.

But she no longer had the energy for such rage, and the light had gone away.

Now, she was so damn cold.

She rolled over and tried to grab the covers at her side. Maybe if she pulled them over her naked body, she would warm up. But her fingers wouldn’t grasp the sheets, and her eyelids felt so heavy.

A hand ran down her back and then a kiss was placed on her shoulder. She wasn’t sure when Callum had arrived, but the thought somehow calmed her.

“Callum?” She turned her face to kiss him. A lazy, drunken smile covered her face.

“NotCallum,” came Christian’s voice from behind her.Her heart rate picked up and she blinked her eyes open.

“Christian?”

She tried to scoot away. Her eyes, still barely able to focus on what was in front of them, shot from one end of the room to the other.

She wasn’t in her room.

She was in Christian’s room.

Why was she here in Christian’s room?

Why was she naked in Christian’s room?

“Christian, stop.” The words, barely loud enough to be considered a whisper, sounded so far away. Like she was in a tunnel and yet she was calling out from the other side.

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