Chapter 54: The Shit He Pulled.
’He almost forgot that I was his mate.’ She muttered to Maria, the pieces of her heart that had begun fixing themselves shattered again. ’A trauma that bad isn’t something I can ignore.’
She sat by the tub, the warmth of the water, seeping through the wall of the tub, keeping her from going cold.
She thought and thought till she dozed off, the warmth from the walls of the tub, guiding her.
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Troy sat at the edge of his bed in his dark room, his head in his palms, the last messages from his brothers wrecking his brain cells for instant replies and solutions.
As soon as he stormed out of her bathroom, he busted into his room , heading to one spot on the wall and plunged his fist into it, groaning as the wave of pain he searched for wasn’t forth coming.
He carried on hitting it his fist against the wall continuously, groaning as he chased that familiar feeling of pain that was sure to shake his core, the way you’d chase an orgasm with your vibrator.
When he felt it the tiniest bit of it, he plunged his fist harder into the same spot on the wall that was at the verge of giving way, faster than ever.
And when he finally felt the nerve wracking wave of pain shoot through him, he let out a deep animalistic growl, punching the wall one last time before walking away from it, exhausted to his marrow, his arm pulsing with hurt.
Walking backwards, his legs hit the edge of his bed, causing him to sit on it, completely wasted.
His plan was to punch away all and every bit of hurt he was feeling, but with his image still standing strong and boldly in his mind, he realized he had failed.