Broken Doll (Willow Heights Prep Academy: The Exile #4)

by Selena .

“You think I need money?” “I think you need therapy.”

LMFOAOOO I LOVE COLT

I’m done hurting girls.

wow you’re so sweet motherfucker

how convenient that you get collin

They came back.

girl i’m shaking FOR you like i’m genuinely shaking rn😭

“I know you’re here. Answer me if you’re alive, damn it.”

WHO IS THIS IM SO CURIOUS

“I’m going to help you.”

thanks bestie

“Who are you?” I whisper, my voice sounding like someone else’s. Or maybe it sounds ordinary, like it always has, but I’m someone else now. “Don’t worry about it,” he says.

tell me who tf you are or DIE. omg what if it’s the guy who said he owes you for helping lin

For a moment, in the darkness, I can almost believe it’s one of the Dolce brothers.

bye you’re so dimb

“Good,” he says, releasing my hand and tucking it inside the blanket. “Good girl.”

i will BITCH slap you

I know he’s going to fuck me, but I don’t fight.

WHAT????

The way they think they’re saving you, but they’re destroying you. The way they keep you from saving her after you destroyed her.

All along, I thought I was biding my time until I broke her. But she broke me first.

And she didn’t just play me. She didn’t just make me fall for her. She made me believe that someone could do the same in return.

I broke her on purpose, but piece by piece, I’m the one falling to pieces.

Royal Dolce is standing by the Escalade.

FINALLY

“You,” I whisper. “I need you, Mr. D.”

GIRL WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG W U

DUEE RU SWEIOUS???

HI BABE I MISSED U SO SO MUCH

The Phantom—Mr. D—Preston—steps out of the bedroom.

I CANT BELIEVE ITS PRESTON

I’m not a Darling,

yeah so about that-

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“I’ll expect my thug-free schedule on Monday,”

THUG FREE HELEPSIEJWOSJEOWBDKW I CANNNOTTTTT

“I… Wanted to see you,” he says quietly.

awwww…….stop im supposed to be mad

HEYYY SEXY BOY

“No one here knows me,” he says quietly, sliding onto the seat next to me. “Except you.”

“You need to get some help, Harper.” “Like you did?” “You helped me,” he says quietly.

“No,” he says, pressing his face into my hair. “I’m not leaving, Harper. Not again. Not ever.”

“Trust me,” he says. “I wouldn’t give trash more than an hour of my time. And you, Appleteeny, have taken an entire year of my life. I wouldn’t be here right now if you weren’t worth it.”

“You matter, Harper.” His eyes burn with that dark intensity that’s more dangerous than the fury or the emptiness. “You matter to me.”

“It means… I belong to the Darlings,”

LMFAOO OMGGG PLEASEEE BRAND HIM W IT IM BEGGINGGGG

Every time you set foot in this town, you’re in my territory. Tread carefully.”

PERIODDDD QUEEN

“You don’t think my girl’s hot?”

LMAOO ily rn ngl

what……..OH MY GOD GO HONE AND CHANGE RN BEDORE ANYONE sees u RN RN RN

“Preston,” I cry, rushing forward and throwing myself into his arms so hard he stumbles backwards a step, a surprised little laugh escaping him as I crush him in my tightest embrace. I didn’t realize how much I wanted him here until this moment, until I feel his familiar body against mine, inhale the sharp, clean scent of him. “You came,” I say, my voice catching, my eyes aching with tears even as I pull back, laughing a little. I touch his scratchy chin, not quite believing it. “You never go anywhere.” “You said you needed a scholarship.”

awwww okay maybe preston isn’t so bad

“We’re together now.”

NAWW WHAT?

“He’s your cousin,” Baron says flatly.

LNFAOOOOOO YEAH…HE IS SHISHDISHAISJWJ IM KAUGJING SO BADLY RN

“Have fun fucking your cousin,” Baron says, pushing past us to the office door. “Gotta love Arkansas.”

IN CACKLING RN LNFAOOOOOWOOAOAOIAOAOAOAJEOWJSJJ

“No,” he says, his lips tight. “No. Of course not.”

you’re SUCH A LIAR.

He opens his eyes. “He had to be lying,” he says. “But if he wasn’t… I mean, in other countries, it’s totally normal. And no one else knows.”

IN OTHER COUNTRIES? WB THIS ONE

“We would have taken care of you,” he says. “I would have. And there are others with the same mindset. Family is family. If you have Darling blood, you’re a Darling. In my eyes, it’s that simple.”

i think i love the darling family they seem like such a big lovin family

“Why are you here?” I ask when Royal steps out of his car. “It’s your first day.”

awww

Despite everything, despite us both playing a game all along, both seeing how far the other could go before we broke, we were happy.

We may have been toxic as fuck together, but for those brief months when we were together, we were happy. I can’t remember ever feeling better than I did when I was in his arms, or on my knees in front of him, or just lying under the bridge with him, my head pillowed on his arm, talking. For a girl like me, that’s as close to happy as I will ever come, and I didn’t even realize it at the time.

His touch is a lie.

“I want to kiss you,” he says, resting his forehead on mine. “I want to kiss you until you’re so wet I can smell it. I want to taste your black cherry tongue and hear you moan.”

“I want to kiss you here.” He brushes his knuckles down the side of my neck. “And here.” His fingertips skim over my collarbone before his hand drops to my hip. “Stop,” I whisper. “And here.” “Royal…” He runs his thumb along the inside of my hipbone, in my ticklish spot. “I want to kiss you right here until you lose patience like you always do and push my head between your legs like a greedy bitch. I want to lick your cunt until you gush in my mouth the way you used to. I want to lick up every drop and start all over from here.”

“I think we’ve made our point, don’t you?”

YES YES YES!!

“Well, look what we have here.” Gloria’s slow, Georgia drawl cuts through the tense silence in the hall. “If it isn’t Faulkner’s favorite couple, together again.”

shut the FUCK up ugly whore and let them have their moment

“It’s fine,” I say, sliding my arms around him from behind. It’s for show, but I don’t miss the way he tenses in my arms or the way my stupid heart swells until it aches at the familiarity of his body against mine, the casually intimate gesture I used to do as a matter of course instead of faking it for status. “I’m fine. Go.”

AWWWW

“Hey, Appleteeny,” he says with a slow smile, the one that might look casual, but if you know him, you can see the guardedness in his eyes. “Or should I say… Hey, Darling?”

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