Page 48 of Twisting You

“I love you, Chloe. I’m sorry.”

Her eyes snapped close and her face twisted in pain as she attempted to ignore the nagging pain that I knew was flowing through her veins.

“CHAD!” she bellowed, her hands curled into tight fists. “CHAD!”

“Fine. I’m leaving. You proved your point,” I snapped as the door flung open. I shot Chad an annoyed glance over my shoulder as he scanned the room for danger. I didn’t take it as an insult when his eyes narrowed on me.

“Everything ok, Cho?” Chad asked, keeping his eyes on me.

“Get him out.” She muttered under her breath and slowly opened her eyes but kept them locked on her brother.

“I thought you wanted to talk to him.” Chad frowned.

“I never want to speak to him,” she scoffed, shooting me a pointed look. “He doesn’t deserve my attention.”

My body crumbled in hurt as she whipped those words across my chest. Stuffing my hands in my pockets, I turned my back on her, pushing pass Chad in the doorway.

“Bye, Xavier. Hope I don’t see you soon,” she sung to my back as I stormed off down the hall.

My Chloe was sweet. My Chloe was funny. My Chloe wasn’t cold or withdrawn. The woman I’d just spoken to wasn’t my Chloe.

It occurred to me then, perhaps I had killed the Chloe I loved, through my rejection. I had created that woman in there who couldn’t stand the sight of me. She didn’t want to hear what I had to say and in some ways I couldn’t fault her for it.

This was my fault. I had twisted her to the point that she reached. I had dug the bottomless pit of hatred she had developed for me.

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