LESLIE’S POVHe’s waiting by his car outside, bouquet of flowers in hand. Violets, my favorite. His suit is well-tailored as always but it’s as though he put more effort into fitting perfectly into one today. As though he wanted so badly to impress me. His hair is slicked back in a totally differen
Fuming, I reach into my purse and fling the pictures along with the invitation card at him. The rest fall to the ground but he manages to catch one of the pictures and the invite before they slip down his chest. I close my eyes but my memory still burns from the images of them coming out of the hosp
KIAN’S POVLeslie’s back is the only part of her I hate. That’s because the only time I see it is when she’s walking away from me–from my life. And I’ve seen her turn her back on me too many times to know that the pain I currently feel in my heart could kill me if I let her go again. By the time I r
BEVERLY’S POVA bleak world greets my eyes the moment they open, followed by an onslaught of pain in every part of my body. A groan follows the realization that I can’t move any of my limbs as it seems like they have been forced tightly together by the force of a rope that can break through skin to
He crouches in front of me and lets his fingers graze the skin at my ankles that is all red and angry from the rope tightened around it. I shiver at his touch, whimpering at the memory of the terrible things it has done to me in the past. He sighs. The psychopath fucking sighs like he empathizes wi
LESLIE'S POVHeartbreak doesn’t begin to describe this feeling inside of me. No, it is not enough to quantify the depths of the pain I am going through. It hurts, badly. Not the false sense of security I was lulled into; not the lies told to my face and the secrets kept from me. It is how weak my
LESLIE’S POVOf all the things that already don’t make sense, this very one tops the charts and breaks the scale–this one where I am being told I am siblings with a man I have never seen in my life. A man that looks nothing like the one lying unconscious on that bed, save for the color of his eyes.
“Excuse me?” My eyes snap to his.He shrugs, “Did he really look around the entire country and beyond for you?” “He did and then he found me and–” “Correction, you found,” he points to me and then to my unconscious father, “Him.” This man is getting in my head and I can’t even stop him. “What d