“MOM!” I screamed as I woke up. It was raining and thundering. Drenched in sweated, I hugged myself, rocking back and forth. I had dreamt about the hunters, when they had taken us away. I screamed when they had taken her away. Taking deep breaths, the emotion was overwhelming. I was being crushed by it. Drowning it in. Being set on fire. Everything was on fire. I choked out sobs. My heart was breaking apart, piece by piece. Frantically, I pressed my finger into my cut on my hand. I felt nothing. No pain. I screamed again and curled up into a ball. Hours passed as I cried, as I was washed with memories. Max’s sweet touches and kisses, his words of love. All of it made my skin sting. Morgan’s attack, his abandonment felt like I was set adrift in the sea, alone during a storm. Logan’s goodbye was a sword in the heart. My head hurt but if I closed my eyes, Micah was leaning over me. Touching me, whispering in my ear that he had stolen everything from me. Finally exacting his rev
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