His Attempt

Dhalia POV

This week has been nothing short of painful. The day after they found me, the gifts started arriving—a stupid amount of them. Each one was from Jax, each one begging for my forgiveness. But I couldn’t. I sent every single one back, refusing to even look at them. By the third day, they stopped coming to beg in person, though Jax still sent gifts. By day five, Blake showed up, pleading with me to come back because Jax wasn’t coping.

Each time they ask, it gets harder and harder to refuse. They even brought my things from their place, but I wanted to burn it all. Everything I owned, everything I had, basically came from them. When they kidnapped me, I had nothing. No matter how much I wanted to watch it all burn, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Yesterday, they found out I was staying at the church’s shelter, but so far, none of them have shown up here. It’s a relief; I don’t fancy arguing with them in a church.

But I’m worn out. Every time I see them, it hurts all over again