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I know I have to leave at some point; I have work that needs to be done, but not yet, not now. Not even as my stomach begs for food.

As if she can read my mind, or maybe it’s the growling coming from my stomach, she reaches into her satchel and pulls out a sandwich. Opening the bag, she takes out one half and offers it to me.

I look at it for a moment and she smiles, as if to say ‘it’s not poisoned.’ I take it, giving her a little nod of thanks. I grin when I take a bite. It’s PB and J. Her favorite.

This isn’t the first time she’s shared her food with me. She always brings something to eat. Cupcakes, sandwiches, snack bars, or fruit. And always, she offers me some.

In the past, it was always me who left first. I had to, because if I didn’t, I would have stayed there all night to see if she did. But now, I refuse to leave until she does.

Thankfully, not too long after eating, she moves to stand and so do I.

She gives me the smallest of smiles before leading the way. I follow after her down the stairs, out the chapel, and all the way through the wooded path.

It’s dark now, so I stay as close as I can without touching her. I stay with her, all the way to the hill next to her cottage.

She doesn’t say goodbye as I stop and she continues to walk. But when she gets down to her door, she looks back, giving me the smallest of waves before disappearing into her house.

The moment she’s out of sight, it’s like everything comes crashing into me at once. I hate this part—when reality takes over again.

With a growl, I turn away and walk home. I head to my car, not even bothering to go inside before taking off toward the club.

I’m going to find some girl who begs me to do all the dirty things to her tonight. And I’m going to love every moment of it, and hate myself with every inch of my soul for it.

Chapter 20

Sadie

I’m never drinkingagain. Okay, so I’ve said this before, but this time I’m really considering it.

I woke up hungover as fuck yesterday morning. I spent a good hour in bed before needing some air. I went to a place I haven’t been at in a while. It was nice. I missed it, and it was just what I needed; to shut my mind off for a little bit and forget about stupid guys and nasty bullies.

That was until one of those stupid guys joined me. We both seemed surprised to see the other one there. I don’t think he’s been there in a while either.

His banged up hand didn’t shock me, but the split lip? He didn’t get that due to his fight from the night before. No, it was fresh. Like only hours old. I’m not sure who gave it to him, but it seemed pretty early to be getting a fat lip.

I guess Preston pisses a lot of people off.

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