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

by Selena .

I couldn’t forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified. –F. Scott Fitzgerald

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.

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

“No,” I say. “I don’t care about her, or you, or if you’re lying through your teeth. I could matter to you, or the whole town, or no one, and it wouldn’t make a difference. I don’t matter to me.”

“Then let me breathe for you until you remember how. Because I’m not going anywhere, Harper.”

“He’s been sucked into your orbit,” he says. “You were a passing sun whose gravitational pull was strong enough to pull him out of his solar system and into yours. Now you’re stuck with him. He can’t leave you alone. But I think you know that, Jailbird. I think you knew all along that men like Royal don’t love twice.”

“You’ll keep orbiting each other, your own little solar system with only two planets, until you stop fighting it,” Baron says. “The longer you resist it, the more damage you’ll do. Both of you.”

“I’m not just going to kiss you, baby,” he says. “I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to like it.”

“Stay with me, baby,” he says. “I’m right here. Look in my eyes. Don’t go away.”

In that one breath, one heartbeat, the space between heartbeats where life is measured and decided, I’m weightless. I’m lost and I’m found, I’m destroyed and renewed, I’m insignificant and infinite. I am his, and I am free.