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The phone hangs up, and I lose it. Curling into myself, I lay on the floor as everything comes rushing back to me. Every word they whispered made me feel sick. Every touch on my body, in places that they didn’t belong.
But the worst of it all is the feeling of him inside me while her mouth was on me.
Rolling over, I heave everything inside my stomach onto the floor. Wave after wave until I have nothing left inside me.
Falling back to the ground, I stare blankly at the wall, silent tears flowing freely.
My monsters have found me. And all I want to do is die.
Chapter 21
Kai
“Fucking move!” I roar, laying hard on the car horn. If the cars on this fucking road don’t get out of my god damn way, I’m going to drive onto the fucking sidewalk if I have to.
I’m vibrating, a mix of panic, fear, and anger. Getting that call from Eli, hearing his voice so scared and broken, it fucking killed me.
I should have stayed on the phone with him, made sure he was okay, and demanded to know more about what was going on. After I hung up, I ran straight for my car and went over the speed limit to get to him.
Thankfully, no cops have tried to pull me over, but at this point I’d have just kept driving. Nothing will keep me from getting to Eli.
Well, except this fucking traffic. “Go!” I scream again, pounding on my horn. “It’s fucking green!”
The car finally goes, and I press my foot onto the gas, passing the car so I can get to Eli faster.
My eyes jerk quickly to the screen on my dash, pressing Eli’s name. It rings and rings, but no one answers.
It’s been less than five minutes.
“Fuck!” I roar when it goes to voicemail. “I’m coming, Eli. I’m coming, baby.”
I hope he called 911.
It’s a good thing my house isn’t too far from the part of town the studio is in. Even though it’s less than a ten-minute drive, it felt like hours.
When I see the studio, I get a burst of urgency as I gun it down the rest of the road. Yanking the steering wheel to theright, I park the car, taking up two parking spots and not giving a single fuck.
I don’t even bother shutting it off as I throw it in park and shove open my door. Trying to pull the studio door open, I curse when I see that it’s locked.
Shoving my hands in my pockets, I get out my set of keys and quickly open the door. “Eli?” I call out his name, my voice a panicked mess. “Baby, where are you?”
Frantically, I search the place until I find him curled up in a ball in one of the back rooms, a pile of puke lying next to him.
“Fuck, baby,” I croak out. I’m next to him in a second, dropping to my knees and cupping his face in my hands. “Baby, Eli. Fuck, what’s wrong, baby? Are you hurt? What happened?"
Eli blinks his red, puffy eyes open, tear tracks staining his handsome face. I’ve never seen my boy so broken. A part of me dies inside when he speaks.
“He’s back.” His voice is gruff and broken, like he’s been screaming and crying until there was nothing left. Another crack to my soul.
“Who’s back, baby? Who?” My eyes flick between his, my breath coming in quick and choppy as my brain tries to wrap around the situation.
“Daniel,” That one name sends ice-cold dread down my spine.
“Where?” is all I can manage to growl out as pure unfiltered fury consumes me.
“A-across the street.” His lower lip wobbles, terror swimming in his bright blue eyes. “He’s back, Kai. He’s back. Don’t let him get me, please. Don’t let him get me!”
Eli lets out a soul-crushing sob as he wraps his hands around my shirt, burying his face into my chest as he breaks apart.
