And Kraven finished it. “Loving someone else in the same way she loves you too.”
Tears streamed down her face.
Together we declared war, “We’re yours.” In seconds, we pleaded, “Now say you’re mine.”
Isla cried out, stumbling back.
It was just too overwhelming.
We all needed a minute.
Before I said something I regretted, I left with the fire inside me. Leaving all my shit in my bedroom, I got the hell out of there.
My core seized up the longer I drove around aimlessly. It tightened all around me, producing a piercing pain I would carry with me for the rest of my life.
The guilt.
The memories.
More demons.
I battled the desire to hold her.
To tell her everything would be okay.
The worry in my heart consumed me, overshadowing any other emotion.
Next thing I knew, I was slamming my car door shut, desperately trying to shake off my unrelenting thoughts. I blared the music as loud as it would go, thumping loud and hard into my mind, mimicking the pounding of my heart and the ringing in my ears.
I was going over fifty miles per hour, pushing sixty, pissed at what I’d done. Furious for allowing it to happen. I couldn’t get away fast enough.
Not from my mind.
My actions.
My fucking life…
I flew by car after car through every intersection. My foot was heavy on the gas pedal, going faster and faster until everything I sped by was simply one big blur. I switched lanes, dodging and barely missing the vehicles in my way. Horns blared from every direction, but they didn’t stop me.
I took a sharp left onto a back street, causing my car to fishtail. My tires kicked up gravel as I took a curve.
“Motherfucker!” I roared until my throat felt raw and my chest burned. I slammed my fists into the steering wheel.
Sixty-five miles per hour…
Seventy…
Eighty…
Eighty-five…
Ninety…
Ninety-five miles per hour…
Breaking triple digits…
Another sharp turn, another curve, another hill.
