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“Anything you want. Blackwood is the first of its kind—cutting-edge experimental treatment blended with education. The recovery rate is phenomenal. You can live there comfortably and learn whatever takes your fancy. Build a life for yourself.
Blackwood Institute is an imposing sight. It’s somewhere between a lavish cathedral and an ancient university with its spiralling towers, vibrant stained glass and polished black stone.
She’s broken in a way that is plain as day to me, calling out to my own greedy demons. I’ve always loved breaking things, and she’s teetering on the edge of destruction. I want nothing more than to shove her off the precipice and follow her all the way down to the depths of Hell.
“Nobody is all good, Brooke. We’re all somewhere on the spectrum of morality, dabbling in shades of grey. There’s no such thing as good and bad. Not really.”
When I was playing the good guy, she stubbornly pushed me away. But now that I’ve owned my mistakes and shared my darkness with her? She’s cuddling up like a goddamn puppy and bathing in the grief.
Jeez, what are these guys doing to me? They’re creeping in no matter how hard I try to block the feelings out.
“She was my fucking girl, and no one was allowed to steal her from me. Not even a stupid bird. After that… I called her blackbird every day. Just to remind her of who exactly she belonged to, and that nothing else was allowed to matter to her. Only me.”
Apparently, you’re not considered stable if you break into your neighbour’s house to rearrange their furniture at three o’clock in the morning.”
“Does it hurt, baby? Your chest burning? Eyesight swimming? Good. I want you to fucking hurt, you little whore,” I lash out. “When you turned your back on me and walked away like nothing between us ever mattered, I felt like you’d taken a knife to my goddamn stomach and gutted me.”
We’re like two broken shards of glass, smashed and scattered beyond repair. As the pieces mingle together, you can’t tell which bit came from where. It doesn’t even matter anymore. You just have a worthless mess, but it’s still irreplaceable.
I will keep this family together, one way or another. If Brooklyn wants to screw with my guys, then there isn’t going to be any special treatment. We’re a fucking family, and families share.
