Page 146 of Crave
I staggered to the dresser, gripping the edge, my nails biting into the wood. I wanted to tear my head apart. I wanted to dig my fingers into my skull and pull this thing out.
I wanted to pull him out.
The man.
The shadowed, faceless man who haunted me.
“Show me,” I moaned. “Show me who the hell you are so I cankill you!”
The low, guttural chuckle that followed made me sick to my stomach. I grabbed the first thing I could reach—a heavy glass perfume bottle—and squeezed it in my hand, my knuckles turning white.
“Shut up, shut up, shut up?—”
I swung it at my head.
Crack.
The force slammed into my skull, a sharp explosion of pain, but it wasn’t enough.
The whispers were still there.
The memories still crawling around my thoughts. Biting like thousand ants.
I swung again.
Crack.
And again.
Crack!
White sparks ignited behind my eyes. Pain stung at the side of my face and warmth trickled down. My hand trembled and somewhere in the house, a door slammed.BOOM.
Heavy footsteps followed.
A voice—deep, dark, filled with fire. “Where the fuck is she?”
Theo.
I froze.
The perfume bottle slipped from my fingers, shattering against the floor. The footsteps came closer.
“ANGEL!”
I took a step back, my breath coming too fast, too shallow.
He wasn’t just looking for me. He was hunting me. If he found me like this—blood dripping down the side of my face, the evidence of what I’d done still fresh on my skin—I didn’t know what he'd do.
So I did the only thing I could.
I ran.
Not to escape him.
Not to get away.
But because I had to tear it out of me before it destroyed everything.
