Now she wasn’t here to fix the problems she had caused. I’m a casualty of a war that started years before my time. I didn’t start this, but I’ll be the one to end it.
“I’m so sorry, Amara.” James, my father’s voice, meets my ears, but I feel a million miles away.
My heart is breaking all over again. Even after reading it, I don’t want to believe it. I can’t because believing it makes it real, and making it real, makes everything before this time a lie.
Closing my eyes, I let the darkness sweep me away. I can’t deal with this right now. I just need to escape.
“Jared. Enzo,” James yells, but I feel nothing. My body going numb, and my mind shutting down.
I hear Enzo rushing in. Opening my eyes, I see his hands and mouth moving a hundred miles an hour. None of it matters, though. Deep inside of me, something is happening, something similar to an earthquake. I’m cracking—breaking, shuddering into a million pieces.
Enzo’s arms wrap around me, lifting me up, he cradles me to his chest. He carries me to the bedroom, laying me down on the bed.
“Talk to me, Amara. Say something, anything,” he pleads, shutting the door to our room. What can I say? I’m lost in the sea of lies and deception. Tears stream down my face, making their own little river.
“Are you in shock? What the fuck is going on, Amara? You’re scaring me.” I want to say good. At least I’m not scared on my own anymore.
“Amara, fucking talk to me,” Enzo shouts. His hands dig into my shoulders as he shakes me, trying to get any response out of me.
“Lies upon lies. And then more fucking lies. My whole life was one gigantic fucking lie. Selfishness got in the way of it all,” I cry, my anger shattering the air in the room. Enzo’s eyes grow large as he watches me sit up.
“It’s a lie!” I scream, shoving him with my hands. He stands there like a brick wall, which just adds more fuel to my fire.
“She should’ve told me. She should’ve fucking said something. She shouldn’t have died and left me here without answers. She thought a fucking piece of paper would do justice…” I pound my fists against his chest at his unemotional state, the anger inside of me swelling.
“Why are you just standing there? Say something or get out!” I growl, glaring at him. I’m broken. I’m so fucking broken.
“You’re hurting. You want something to take it out on. If you want to hurt me, then do it.” Those are the only words he says as he stares at me, black opals shining in the light. The brown of his eyes is lost in the black.
“Hurt you? Who do you think I am?” I ask, pushing him back and away from me. “I’m not you. I don’t feel better because I hurt someone else.”
“This has nothing to do with me. Work out this fucking anger and sadness,” he growls. I grit my teeth, looking him straight in the eyes.
“You’re just using me. You’re as bad as they are.”
“Stop twisting this into something it isn’t,” he seethes, anger just on the surface of overflowing.
“Oh, but it is. Twisting it would have to make it untrue. You knew, didn’t you? You knew all along,” I accuse, smacking his face with the side of my hand. Bubbles of anger simmer within me.
His jaw clenches as one of his hands snakes out, gripping my hair. It pulls tightly against my scalp, and I hiss, releasing a bite of pain. Leaning into my face, he tilts me up to look at him.
“Never accuse me of doing or knowing something like that.” His tone is off the rails, animalistic by nature.
Leaning even closer to him, I almost cause our lips to touch. “I didn’t accuse you of shit. I stated a fact!” The words spit from my mouth, and the second they leave it, I am flying. A moment later, I land on the bed with precision. Bouncing across the mattress, I come to a halt with my breaths turning into pants and my chest heaving with anger.
“How dare you!” I growl, trying to get up. I only make it a foot before Enzo’s body leans over mine, trapping me.
“We’re going to play a game, Amara. We’re going to get rid of all of this anger, and the best way I see fit is to fuck. So, tell me—top or bottom?”
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Enzo
Her body quivers