Page 86 of Make Me Scream
Abel loops his arm through the guy’s as they walk, leaning into him, and I suck in a breath at the sharp pain that lances through my chest at the sight. My eyes sting, and I blink rapidly as my footsteps slow, my hand reaching up of its own accord to rub at the ache, but it doesn’t do a thing. If anything, it increases the longer he holds on. The same he has to me in the past.
It's like I’m no one special.Just another one of his—I cut the thought off with a breath, scrunching my eyes shut with my teeth clenched tightly together.
I don’t know what I was thinking… believing I was anyone different to Abel fucking Silver, of all people.
I was a fool who fell for all of his pretty little lies.
They turn left suddenly, and I jerk back and fall into an alcove, sucking in so I’m not accidently seen. My heart is thrashing, and it’s choking me. I can’t believe this is happening. I’m stalking him while he’s with one of his fuckingclients.
That’s gotta be what’s going on, who this is… ithasto be. There’s no other explanation that makes sense. But why would he be? I didn’t think he’s been fucking anyone else since before we were… are we even together?
The question brings me pause.
I shake my head, even as I yank on my hair and barely resist banging my head into the wall repeatedly. Yes. Yes, we are fucking together. He’s mine, and he fucking knows it. And he thinks he can share his body with other people? Share any part of himself withanyone but me?
I don’t fucking think so.
With renewed purpose, I push myself off the wall and walk up to the door they stopped at, but just as I reach up to rap my knuckles against the wood, I stop, freezing at the sound of Abel’s muffled voice.
I lean forward and turn my head, pressing my ear against it.
“Is that what you want tonight, baby? You just want my mouth?”
“What?” I say, breathless. I tug my bottom lip between my teeth to catch the sob that nearly spills from my lips unexpectedly.What the fuck?
Nausea curdles in my gut, and the hallway swims. I stumble backward into the wall behind me and slump down, dropping my head between my knees. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t fucking believe this shit,” I mutter to myself, yanking my hair by the handfuls. My eyes are wide and glassy as I stare down at the ugly square-patterned carpet. I dig my toe into it, ruffling it until my feet are as numb.
But that numbness quickly fades, and the vexation returns tenfold, curdling into a blistering intensity. I slowly rise to my feet, fingers flexing into fists at my sides. Everything in my peripheral is blurred as I stare at the fucking door in front of me. Number 144.
I fucking hate the number four now,I decide resolutely, as I stand to my full height, walk forward, and raise my hand. I make a tight fist, and without hesitating, I bang my knuckles on that door, ducking my head so I can’t be seen through the peep hole.
“Who’s that?” I hear the dude I don’t know say.
“How the fuck should I know?” Abel says, and I stiffen as his voice is the one nearest to me. He’s the one who’s going to answer the door. But this is good. He should be the one to confront me. To tell mewhy.Why he would do this to me.
To us…
The handle turns, and I pull in a breath, holding it as my heart stutters achingly.
“What the—” A sharp intake of breath. “Peris?” he chokes out as the door swings open. I let my eyes close briefly, trying toprepare myself for the knife through my chest, but as I look up and I meet those silver orbs, the air is punched from my chest.
Surprise and anguish. That’s all I see—and that’s what he deserves. I know it, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t fucking hurt.
Goddamnit.
“Hello, runt,” I say, asphyxiating on the words, even as I do my best to feign indifference. I’m doing a shit job at it, but what else can I do?
“What are you doing here?” he chokes out, fingers tightening on the door. He tries to close it, but I swing my hand out and stop him. He steps closer instead, hair disheveled and face flushed, lips swollen.
He was sucking his cock. I know that look well.
It makes me sick.
“No need for that, puppy. I know everything.” My voice is cold, devoid ofeverything.
It was all a fucking lie, and I was stupid enough to fall for it.
“Everything?” he gasps, hand reaching for his throat, fingers skimming the necklaceI gave him.They clamp around it like he can’t breathe, and my fingers twitch, aching to reach out to him and comfort him, to ease the hurt, but no. I can’t becausewhat about me?
