Page 75 of Brutal Sin

Most, but notall.

Ella still stared back at him from his mind. Taunting him. Reminding him of his biggest mistake. He never should’ve touched her. Never should’ve given a shit. Because now she was stuck in his head. Unable to getout.

All he wanted was for her to getout.

To leave him alone.

To stop torturing him with the one thing he wanted but nobody could ever givehim.

“Fuck.” His shout echoed off the walls.

He had to find a way out of this. To make his head stop pounding. He spun around, his gaze catching on the bookshelf, the parallel lines of immaculate book spines taunting him with their equilibrium.

“Fuck you,” hespat.

Fuck their easy existence and harmonious balance.

Fuck their effortlessness and theircalm.

Fuck everything and everyone, because he couldn’t take it anymore.

Breaths heaved from his lungs. His limbs ached. His forehead heated with sweat.

“Fuck. You.” He stormed toward the bookshelf and gripped the heavy wood in his hands. Then in one effortless pull, he created more destruction.

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