Chapter 137
- HAZEL -
My fingers are itchy. I’ve been scratching the back of my palm throughout this whole ride that it’s starting to twinge.
I finally decide to stop before the scratch turns into little sores across my skin and now, I’m biting my fingernails instead.
I am so freaking pissed. Every time my mind goes back to what happened in his place, my body fumes. Anger surges all around my body. I get consumed by it and I’ve been taking it on the back of my palm.
This is not me, I’m not someone to self hurt when I’m angry, but somehow, he’s got me hurting myself. Again.
Caro- no, Asami. Fucking Asami is her name!! I take a deep breath, trying not to escalate this burning feeling within myself. I try to calm down.
Every time I think about what she said, how quiet Killian was and how she acted like having broken fragments of fine porcelain all around her and probably in her skin didn’t faze a thing still gets on my nerves.
Knowing she’s probably still in his place pisses me off. Knowing everything I thought I knew about her was wrong makes my skin crawl in the worst possible way.
Knowing Killian didn’t chase after me. . . Despite me telling him not to. . . I take a deep breath, . . . Fueled my rage.
I have never been filled with such unhealthy rage and disgust in my life before. Not even with Ivy. Not even against Tristan.
At least, back then, I could sleep with the next man I found, but now. . . Even with the freedom and option to do so, I can’t.