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She finally looked up, and up, and up, until she reached my eyes, and all I could think was holy fuck
Silence was what I wanted tonight. Better silence than small talk, which was why I couldn’t understand why I was the first one to break it. There was a first time for everything, I guess.
I already knew four things about her: she liked Harry Styles and Pocahontas, didn’t drink at parties, and was bored with life. I couldn’t tell you four things I knew about any other woman at this party, and I’d fucked some of them, so that was saying something.
Lyla James Marichal. Funny. We had the same middle name.
Weird
She’s been through enough.
What happened to her?
You can only truly break someone once. Everything after that is just chipping at pieces.
And I wanted to see you again.
His hand over hers made me see red. Fuck.
I took out my phone and Googled how long I’d go to jail if I kidnapped her.
For the first time in four years, I was going to put $100 into the dibs collection, and I didn’t even care.
That was before Mom died in the accident.
Her mom died in the accident she was in
Tonight was the anniversary of Luke’s death.
Was it both her mom and Luke?
I didn’t look, I wasn’t there. That was my motto. Someone sat beside me, and I stilled, straightening in my seat and pushing my shoulders back. I knew that scent.
He’d never know that he was the only one who had ever made me feel this way.
He swallowed hard as his eyes took me in. I was sure he’d think I was nuts, but in his eyes, I found understanding. And that was what made the next sob leave my chest. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight, engulfing me as he set his chin on my head.
“You’re okay.” It was a chant, a mantra, a promise. “I got you. You’re okay.”
I felt, period.
That no matter how much stalking he did, he’d never beat my actual fucking stalker, the person who had ruined my life multiple times? That I couldn’t go to the police like a regular person because the entire city was in his pocket?
The police captain…
Seeing Lyla cry fucked me up. Maybe because she rarely showed emotion at all. Maybe because I cared a little more than I wanted to admit.
Lyla fucking James
I kinda love that he calls her that lol
Those eyes would be the death of me.
“Because a million different things can be said about you, about anyone. Some may be true, but in my experience, most accounts aren’t. I don’t want to hear anything about you unless it comes from you.”
I wouldn’t just be on the list of people she liked. I’d fucking dominate it.
“Because you don’t give it up freely.” He met my gaze. “But when you do, it’s fucking magical.”
I shouldn’t have to cover myself up because some men did not understand what “no” means.
“I hate this. I fucking hate feelings.”
Same
“This has never happened to me before. I don’t know what the fuck to do. I don’t even know how you feel. I just know I never want to feel the way I did when I saw him with you again.”
“What the fuck am I going to do with you?”
My black heart turned red and pumped harder when he looked at me like that — like I was the only person he wanted to look at in this universe.
His lips crashed against mine with a groan that vibrated through my body.
“Look at me when I fuck you.” I tightened my grip on her hips when she tried to move again. “I want to see you come. I want to see everything.”
“Because the world would be empty without you,” he said. “Because we wouldn’t have met, and my soul would be lost for the rest of my life, searching for yours.”
“I’m always numb unless you’re around. You make me feel.”
He wore the number ten like I wore in soccer, which he said was another reason we should be together.
“He told his fucking family about you,” she whispered. “Holy shiiiit.”
This was part of the reason people liked this sport.
Nothing like watching hot guys beat the shit out of each other.
it wasn’t like I could force her to marry me. The idea sat in my mind for a moment too long before I shook it away.
But when she told me about the rape, I fucking lost it.
I promised myself that as soon as I was far enough, I’d call the police. I just hoped they’d listen to me.
Officer Hughes,
It’s him
“She’s gone, Lach.” My heart stopped beating. “What do you mean gone?”
didn’t need a mirror to tell me it looked more sinister than happy. I felt it in my bones. She thought she was going to leave me? She thought that after writing that she loved me, actually writing it, I was going to just, what, let her go? Oh, no. I chuckled at my thoughts. I was going to find her, and when I did, she would wish she hadn’t run from me.
“At least you know where yours is.”
Lyla took what was left of my sanity with her.
“Hey, it’s not my fault that your brain automatically assumes the worst of everything,” she says.
But same
The previous birthdays we’ve celebrated here consisted of me fake smiling, going home early, and listening to Adele on full blast while drinking wine and bawling in my living room. 10/10 do not recommend feelings. They truly suck.
On all the documents, my name is Delilah Duke Guzman.
🥺🥺
“Delilah D. Guzman.”
“She was hard to find. As you know.”
I. Didn’t. Even. Get. The. Girl.
