Chapter Fifty-Eight

Luca

Tonight was undoubtedly the worst of my entire fucking existence and I've been through some heavy shit before. This one tops all the others, though. I never once thought that things could get this bad.

When Laura refused to let me touch her at the party, I felt my soul—or whatever is left of it—shatter. I couldn’t believe it. I felt that I had lost the woman I loved, the woman that made me feel like I could leave my past and my demons behind me. I watched her friends take her away from me and I was helpless. I couldn’t stop them. I had to let her go. It was the most painful thing that I had to do. I couldn’t make sure that she was going to be taken to a hospital and that she would be treated. Someone else would have to do it for me because she refused to even look at me.

I stared at the floor. Her blood was on the tiles. The bloody knife was just lying there. Mocking me. It was proof that I had failed to protect Laura. I let her crazy sister harm her under my own fucking roof.