It was only when I started shutting the door that he opened his mouth again, but I shook my head, and his mouth snapped shut.
“If I want to hear your explanation, I’ll give you a call. Until then, stay the fuck away from me. Got it? No calls, no texts, no creepy-as-fuck notes. No watching me from that fucking roof. Got it?”
I didn’t wait for an answer, I just slammed the door right in his face.
Then I crumbled to the floor, my legs finally giving out.
My boyfriend and my stalker were the same fucking person.
Eric was my stalker.
Eric, whose arms I’d fled into, was the one behind it all.
How fucking ironic.
Chapter 27
Eric
Ninety-four hours and thirty-one minutes had gone by since Finn had kicked me out. Ninety-four hours, thirty-one minutes, and fifty-four, fifty-five, fifty-six seconds without a word.
“You need to feed,” Bennie said, holding out a bag of blood for me.
I turned my head away from the dark liquid, a wave of nausea turning my stomach.
I wasn’t hungry.
No.
I was starving.
But at the same time, I couldn’t bear even thinking about eating.
“Eric…”
I shook my head, staring at the wall in my room.
Ninety-four hours, thirty-four minutes and eight seconds….
“You’re torturing yourself.”
“Good. I deserve it.”
I’d ruined everything, and there was nothing I could do.
Hell, there wasn’t anything I could’ve done differently. I mean yes, besides not stalking him in the first place. That was obvious. But it was also obviously not possible because I hadn’t even known why I’d been doing it.
“You don’t.”
I did.
I’d hurt Finn.
I’d shattered him.
He’d kicked me out and then cried on the floor for an hour.
I knew, because I’d been standing right outside his door, listening to his cries and sobs, scenting his despair.
