“What do you want me to say to you, Karina?”
She flinched at the new venom in my voice, and that hurt worse than her fucking betrayal. I pushed off the wall, preparing myself for the pain I was about to cause us both. Part of me wanted to thank her for betraying me, because now, I had an excuse to cut the cord.
“Collin, talk to me,” she pleaded, taking a step closer to me.
“You betrayed me,” I growled, using something I was proud of her for against her.
Did I care that she went behind my back? Yes.
Could I get over it? Yes.
She did it to save innocent people, like the guardian angel she was.
But this couldn’t go on.
I needed to live in the darkness, and her light was no longer welcome.
“I was just trying to save them,” she said softly, shaking her head in disbelief.
Forgive me, baby. In the next life, forgive me.
I snarled at her. “We’re done.”
Her heart shattered in front me, and witnessing it had to be the worst form of torture I’d ever endured.
“Collin,” she pleaded, her soft voice latching onto my dark soul, fighting for us. I turned away from her, closing my eyes.
This was harder than I thought.
No.This had to be done. She deserved a better life. A life surrounded by light, where she would besafe.
“What do you want?” I growled, keeping my back to her.
She came around to my front, not allowing me to shut her out. I ground my molars.
“The truth! I want all of it. All of you! You own me, remember? I said yes to you,” she cried, her naked body quivering before me.I bent and tossed the towel at her, pretending to be disgusted with the most beautiful thing on Earth.
We had spent every night together since leaving my house, but she had yet to see my scars. I'd hid them to avoid scaring her even more. I'd fucked that heavenly body of hers in every position, but I had yet to be fully naked with her. I never let her touch my back or see it. She noticed but didn’t push.
Because she was my perfect Karina, the angel who fell from heaven for me.
I needed to make her hate me again. Perhaps showing her the monster underneath would do just that. My hands fisted my shirt in front of her, ripping the fabric apart, the buttons flying everywhere to show her the truth. The one would push her away from me forever.
Before those gorgeous eyes had a chance to look, I advanced her.
“You want me to say I love you? Is that it, baby? Did you actually think I could fucking love you? Did you think that this was going to end with us riding off into the sunset together?” I bellowed, gesturing to the setting California sun outside the window. The words fell from my lips, perfectly executed, a foul taste left in their wake.
“Col,” she rasped, clutching the towel at her sides. Her eyes were wide with dismay.
I’m sorry, Angel. Fuck. I am so fucking sorry.
Ignoring every urge to kiss her and beg for forgiveness, I continued. If she used my nickname one more time, I would give in, and that couldn’t happen. I couldn’t stand it anymore. The demon inside me reared its nasty, bloodthirsty head. It was time to do what I did best—hurt people.
“My name is not Col! It is Collin! You think there is goodness inside me, and you spreading your fucking legs for me is going to somehow bring out that goodness,” I yelled.
She took a step back, falling back on the bed. Tears were now free falling down her cheeks, but I didn’t care. We both needed this. She would get over me eventually, and I would always remember her.
My little heaven.
