Page 214 of Sin With Me

Last night, I was powerless.

I was powerless when Chase offered me a way to release the toxic, bitter feelings writhing around, deep inside me.

I was powerless as I watched my father’s fucked up house of horrors fill with the type of people he hates most: people like me.

I was powerless when they started to destroy things, too caught up in the complete and utter joy that bloomed in my black heart with every drink that was poured and every act of sin that spread through the walls like a plague.

I was powerless when she showed up and looked at me with those brilliant blue eyes, begging for another piece of me.

Doesn’t she know she already has all of me?

I was powerless when she asked me to play, when she taunted me, goaded me into showing her how dark I can really get.

I couldn’t tell her no, I couldn’t stop her. I didn’t want to. Not when she kissed that fucking girl who had no right to touch me, to touch her. Not when she led her to her bedroom with that sweet smile plastered across her beautiful face. Especially not when she took off her dress and silently begged me to tell her it was okay to let go.

I was powerless to tell her no. How could I when she was standing there, more free than I’d ever seen her? When she was finally embracing herself, finally acting her age, finally living.

If watching Evelyn Meyer self-destruct in the name of rebirth is the price I have to pay for the mistakes I’ve made, then I’ll pay it a hundred times over. If I have to watch her touch someone else, listen to her break in ecstasy, again and again, I’ll gladly be powerless, just for a chance to see her finally fly.

And then, I was powerless to stop what came next.

Just like I always have been.

Just like I always will be.

The second I heard his booming voice, I froze. It’s a sound I hate with every fiber of my being. But then, I heard her cry out. I heard the devastation, the terror, in Eve’s voice, and it was like a flip had switched.

The ferris wheel finally stopped moving. The world came into focus. People stopped being a blur, and all I saw was her.

All I ever see is her.

I knew I had to protect her, protect them all, from the wrath only I know exists. Had to get them all out to fix what I broke. It was instinct to grab the girl and shift the narrative. To give Eve an out, knowing it would be so much worse if Isaac found out what was really happening in that room.

I meant to come right back. To get everyone out, to get the girl as far away from Eve as possible, before she could make things worse. I wouldn’t put it past Nikki, the girl is as toxic as they come. I could see the words sitting there in her vile mouth, the shit she wanted to spew the second she saw my father show up.

She just had no idea that by trying to ruin me, she’d destroy the only woman I’ve ever loved.

But then…

But then, everything got fucked up.

I flick my blinker, taking the final turn in Divinity as the memories of last night play like a viscous, unrelenting movie in my mind. My hands tighten around the handlebars of my bike. I hit the gas the second I’m on the old deserted road and the engine roars, sending vibrations through every inch of my body, but it doesn’t work.

It doesn’t stop the inevitable.

My insides claw at me, rebelling every inch I take from Eve, from my father. Nikki clings to my side, suddenly stumbling when just moments ago, she was standing on her own. I don’t even think she’s been drinking, but I won’t take that chance.

I can’t.

Not when the past is still so damn close to repeating itself.

“I can totally drive,” she chuckles, rubbing her head into my chest as I half-drag her to the front yard.

I scoff, my eyes scanning the driveway for Kon. “I know.”

I have no doubt she can drive, but it won’t be on my conscience if something happens to the bitch.

I may hate Nikki for what she did all those weeks ago at our loft. The sex-tape she probably made without my consent. The way she used me for her second of fame, just to get closer to my best friend.

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