Page 120 of Legacy
Two weeks. One week. What difference does it make? Either way she fucked someone else a lot faster than I did.
“I remember because I hadn’t eaten for two weeks and Rafael kept bringing me water.”
I still.
Her eyes stay locked on the photo.
“I got home, went to my room, tucked myself under the covers and I cried—I cried until passed out.”
I swallow, my chest aching.I can see her.Those bright gorgeous eyes, red rimmed and broken, tucked away in her bed.
“I kept the door locked so long Luciano broke into my room,” her eyes narrow a bit like she’s reliving the moment. “He touched my shoulder…”
She huffs out a chuckle.
Cold.
Devoid of light.
“I just started sobbing, freaked him out so much he called Rafael.”
My jaw tightens.
Her eyes meet mine.
Hazy.
Her eyes narrow.
“Could you imagine that?” she chuckles. “I sobbed because the last person to touch that shoulder wasyou.”
I stop breathing.
Her gaze flicks down and trails back to the photo.
“After another ten days of no food and only water Rafael decided it was enough. He carried me screaming and crying in to the bathroom. I beat at his back so hard. Kicked him.”
She pauses tucking her lips between her teeth to take a breath before she speaks.
“He stripped me and held me in the tub. Didn’t even care that his clothes got wet…”
Her brows furrow softly. Her mouth sad.
“Being held—”
She hesitates.
“Being held by someone else felt like sin. Like a curse.”
Her eyes well up and I just about die, like the floor could open up and take me straight to hell where I belong.
She looks at me, the tears escaping.
“Do you know what it feels like when your skin remembers and it wants—it yearns—so much that any other touch feels like an open wound?”
She wipes her tears, her gorgeous brown eyes sear in to mine before she kills me.
“I asked him to erase you from my body.”
