Breaking the Bully

by Jessa Kane

simply keep my head down and try not to show the bruises. On my body and my heart. I never could have predicted he would hate me for it.

I’m her bully and I hate that—I fucking hate it—but so be it. It’s true what they say about misery loving company. Because I’m miserable without her and she’s coming with me.

can’t breathe without having her close. And I can’t breathe with her close. It’s a strange condition, this obsession, but she’s an addiction I’m never giving up.

“You can’t tell I would murder, lie and steal to have you look at me?”

“It finally happened,” she whispers, her voice almost camouflaged by the rain. “What did, baby?” The smile she gives me is almost shy. “I got to be part of the storm.”

“He sold his bike this morning—this is the money from the sale. Moore said you would need the cash. He said letting you go is the right thing to do.”