“Shit,” Willow hisses.
“The night of the accident, I ended it.” My eyes sting, “I ended it because I was too fucking scared to admit I loved her, to tell you about us so I ended it because she deserved fucking better than that.”
It doesn’t take long for the pieces to come together inside his head, and he comes to the conclusion that the accident happened because I broke her heart. If he wasn’t pissed before – which he was – he definitely is now.
His anger is palpable, “I am going to fucking kill you,” He vows.
“Bast!” Willow yells just as he lunges for me. I don’t move, I don’t flinch. His fist connects to the side of my face hard and true, cracking across my cheekbone. Pain bursts under the surface, the hit so hard it feels as if my skull is rattling.
“How long!?” He bellows, grabbing the fabric of my tee and yanking me toward him.
There’s a ringing in my ear and a throb across my face, “A few months.”
“That’s my fucking sister you son of a bitch!” Sebastian hisses, hitting me again. My lip splits and my teeth cut into my tongue, immediately filling my mouth with blood.
I don’t fight back, not once, even when he hits me again, in the same spot on my cheek.
“Sebastian!” Willow screams, holding Hope closer.
“Take it outside,” I grind out through the pain, “Your daughter is awake.”
His fist stops midair as he snaps his head around to Willow and Hope.
His breath comes out in rapid, short bursts, “Get the fuck out of my house.” He growls at me, “Get the fuck out before I bury you in the fucking ground, Killian.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” I grunt, blood dribbling down my chin.
“This conversation isn’t over,” Sebastian warns, “This isn’t fucking over.”
“I know.” I start to walk toward the door before I pause, “She doesn’t remember it, Sebastian. She doesn’t even remember that she told me she loved me. It’s all gone.”
He doesn’t reply.
My vision in my left eye is darkening as it swells, and the pain is bad enough I wonder if he’s fractured my cheekbone.
Plucking up my cell from the center console once I get in the car, I open the thread to Savannah.
I am sorry, Tiny Dancer.
Chapter Forty-nine
The full memory of Adrien attacking me hit me like a freight train after I shut myself inside the house. I remembered it all, how it felt, the pain from him pulling me down the stairs and how terrified I was that I was alone and could do nothing. The panic was all consuming, it was like I was back in the moment, fighting to get free but I was losing.
He was going to rape me.
And then Killian showed up.
I’m glad that piece of shit is dead and even though I don’t know the details of how it happened other than it was a supposed overdose, I’m glad Killian had something to do with it even if I am furious with him.
He betrayed me. Helied.How much has he lied about? How many times did we sleep together? How long was it going on for?
Why didn’t he tell me?
I groan and swat at the tears burning inside my eyes. I’ve cried too much; my skin feels tight and my eyes sore. Crying doesn’t fix anything; it just makes me feel vulnerable and weak. And I am so mad at myself because even without the memories of us I am still drawn to him, like there are embers still burning, just waiting for the right time to reignite.
He kissed me.
He kissed me and it felt like coming home, it felt like everything was right and after so many weeks of being lost, I melted into it. I let him kiss me, let his tongue in my mouth and his hands on my body like his betrayal didn’t matter.
