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“Don’t you know that you can have anything you want?” His eyes searched mine. “I’ll hurt anyone for you.”
“Abuse can feel like love.” I blinked, the voice so close that my ears tingled. Slowly, I raised my eyes to look at the side of Damon Torrance’s face, his shirt wrinkled, and his tie draped around his neck. The whole class fell silent, and I glanced at Will next to me, seeing his eyebrows pinched together as he looked at the back of his friend’s head.
Mr. Townsend approached. “Abuse can feel like love…” he repeated. “Why?” Damon remained so still it didn’t look like he was breathing. He looked at the teacher, unwavering. “Starving people will eat anything.”
“When the bus stops, get in my fucking truck.” I breathed out a bitter laugh. Aw, someone’s lost his temper. “Why?” I asked. And the next thing I know, the bus stopped, he yanked the earbuds out of my ears, and I sucked in a breath as he leaned into my face. “Because you’re mine,” he growled in a whisper.
We want what we want.
“I think that’s why I’ve always liked this time of day best. People hide in the dark. They quench their thirsts in the dark. They build their secrets in the dark. We’re more ourselves here than anywhere else. I get to be me...” he swallowed, staring at me, “when nightfall is coming.”
“But you’re going to be fucking mine someday,” he growled. “Come hell or high
water, Emory Scott. You’re my woman, and you’re going to come home to me every day and sit at my table and warm my fucking bed.” He kissed me. “And you’re going to give me a Will Grayson IV. Mark my words.”
“You’re Lilith,” he whispered against my skin. “You can’t be burned if you’re the flame.”
He was mine.
Her arms around me made me want to take on anything.
I’d loved Emory since the moment I laid eyes on her when I was fourteen.
I wasn’t a grown-up. He was wrong. I never grew. I was always this pile of dead leaves, blowing in the wind and letting the seasons, whoever they were, come in and change me and walk on me, and I never fought for anything.
No one could make me feel anything I didn’t allow.
Maybe I’d feel more human soon, being home.
“Some of us will always be casualties,” I whispered to him. “Rungs on a ladder that others climb.” He looked up suddenly, and it looked like he was looking right at me. Like he could see me. “Some people can’t stop what happens to them,” I said. “They’re just born in the wrong place, wrong time, with the wrong people.”
I never stopped reaching for you.”
“The role of the villain is only determined by who’s telling the story.”
“You and me against the world,”
Happy people don’t fear death,
“Live for your love,” the judge said, “love your life, and raise hell.”
