Page 20 of For Love & Torture
“There’s no reason to see anyone about what I have going on in my head. It’s normal what I’m dealing with. Well, normal in my DNA anyway.” I bite my lip, not wanting to talk about it anymore. “Now, go to your office. Do as I say and things should be alright.”
Her lower lip is quivering as she turns to walk away from me. “I’m so sorry for you, Grant Jamison. I truly am. And I will always have a spot in my heart for you. I am here any time you need me or want to talk.” She stops just before opening the door.
I turn to watch her go, and we catch eyes. “I am sorry, Isabel.”
Her lips quirk up to one side. “Yeah, I know. And you should know this—I love you, Grant Jamison. I think I fell in love with you right from the start.” Then she just leaves me.
Standing in the middle of the plush room I made myself at the top of the dungeon I created, she just leaves me with those words echoing in my head.
She loves me…
How can anyone love a person who has done the things to her that I have done?
It makes no sense to me at all. I have never tried to get her to love me. I’ve been honest with her at all times. So how the fuck did this happen?
Stumbling to the thickly cushioned red leather chair, I take a seat and look out the tinted window that allows me to look down on my members.
Masks and fancy clothes cover the people down there. People who have come here for their own reasons. People who seek more than normalcy.
Isabel has accepted me with all my faults and abnormalities. And I have tossed her away like a piece of trash.
What is wrong with me?
