forgiving kind.
Last night before the party from hell, I literally begged him to fuck me, purring in his ear like an over eager bitch in heat and he… well, he grinned down at me, his mouth made of sin planting soft kisses all over my body, then he had the audacity to whisper sweet nothings in my ear while he screwed me, bringing me to intense heights of pleasure where I honestly thought I was so close to him, but no… he was playing me the whole time.
The thing is, he warned me.
He never stopped hating me. I just mistook his cunning moves for something they weren’t.
A shudder goes down my spine as a vivid memory filters in my head, until his voice becomes so eerily clear, it feels like he’s right behind me.
“I’m probably going to hurt you where it’ll shutter you, for Aiden, for kissing Liam… for causing all this crap in my life, turning it upside down without a care in the world.”
He warned me.
He never lied.
I’m such a fool.
It’s the most horrible and sinister thing in the world; being punished over and over again for a past you can’t change. Because all of this, John coming after my father, using Nicky, faking care for Nancy, then Courtney shattering my entire life—it’s all a punishment made possible by the Fitz brothers.
The two have always been rumored to be vengeful and not the type of people anyone would want to go against. I knew that. I knew that for years before I moved into their mansion but somehow, I mistook intense, endorphin inducing lust and affection for genuine concern and care—things I was starved for—when it was all calculated.
God, I’m such a fool.
That’s the thing about desperation and hunger. You start accepting everything, thinking that it’s better than nothing, when all you’re doing is allowing them to destroy you, to poison you until you’re nothing but a begging, pathetic mess.
And now, after weeks of being a clueless bitch, my life isn’t the same. I lost more than I thought I did.
School sucks. I don’t have any friends. Everyone either hates me, is jealous of me, or feels sorry for me.
The people I thought loved me, all lied to me, abandoned me, or blame me for all the crap in their lives.
But the woman who’s always had my back, loved me when I felt unlovable, I turned my back on her, left her to suffer alone all in the name of resentment.
Nancy raised me. She’s my mother for all intents and purposes, Nicky can go to hell for all I care.
So, it’s in that spirit that I switch off my phone the moment I see her name across the screen. I haven’t bothered to listen to the voice messages she left, and I won’t read her texts. Same goes for my father.
They don’t matter and they currently don’t know where I am. If they knew, they’d know that one way or another, I’m going to get revenge on the Fitzgerald family. If they knew where I am now, they’d know that I’m going to get my mother out of this lavishly styled hell and get out of here.
Nancy didn’t deserve to be dragged into this. She never asked for this, so with that in mind, a steely resolve falls over me like a black armor of steel. I push open the large double oak doors of the Fitzgerald mansion like I’m about to go to war.
Julian isn’t here, I saw him speed out of the driveway after his graduation, and soon after Cole and Liam followed after him. I refuse to think that the looks of worry on all their faces was for me. I don’t know what to believe anymore.
Quietly, I beeline my way toward the hallway that will lead me to Nancy’s makeshift hospital room. Maybe I should go to my room, wash up, and pack a little bag. I have no idea where I’ll take a sick woman.
I parked my car behind the large trees that surround the property to make sure no one sees it, but I have no idea how I’ll make it out of here with Nancy in tow. And I have to do all that without anyone spotting us.
Think, Mia. You can’t be foolish for the third time in a row.
My mind is buzzing with all sorts of scenarios and attempts to flee that I suspect will fail when I notice something—or rather someone—from the corner of my eye before they speak.
“Mia.”
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