My blood boiled, and my insides burned in a whirlwind of rage and disappointment. The weight of betrayal spread through my chest, making each breath thick and heavy. Every step down the corridor echoed like a hammer against my patience, fueled by the fury eating me alive from the inside out.
My bunny… my little bunny.
He chose to believe them.
Those worthless bastards who want nothing more than to see us fall apart.
He didn’t trust me when I laid the truth bare, when I opened my heart and admitted that he was the first.
The first man I’d ever gone down on.
The only one I’ve ever treated with patience, with affection–with everything I’ve always denied everyone
else.
My fists clenched, muscles tightening, pulsing with a hate that dug deeper with every second.
Without thinking, I slammed my hand against the cold wall. The impact jolted through my knuckles,
shooting up my arm.
But that pain was nothing.
Insignificant compared to the burning fury tearing through me.
I thought we were okay.
I believed his insecurities and jealousy had been smothered by the certainty of what we felt.
But no.
Elijah confronted me. Questioned me. Doubted me.
Didn’t trust me..
The betrayal chewed through every inch of me.
I love him more than anything in this goddamn world, and still… I wasn’t enough for him to believe me.
He chose the words of strangers–people who wouldn’t think twice about tearing us apart.
F**k.
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My steps quickened, driven by the storm inside my chest. Without hesitation, I turned at the end of the hallway and slipped into a narrow passage few knew about.
The restricted wing.
A place where the truly dangerous roamed.
A hideout within hell itself.
I moved through the dim corridors until I reached the rusted metal door at the end. Without pause, I grabbed the handle and shoved it open.
The sharp smell of nicotine and drugs hit me instantly.
Inmates were scattered across the room–some smoking, others lost in heavier substances, and a few drinking and laughing like they weren’t trapped in a godforsaken cage.
But the moment their eyes landed on me, the laughter died. ̈ ̈
Bodies froze.
My presence filled the space, imposing respect and fear in equal measure.
No one dared move.
No one dared speak.
I didn’t need to say a word for them to understand that anything uttered now could be their last.
Ignoring the stares, I walked to a corner where a small table overflowed with bottles, cigarettes, and scattered bags of drugs.
I needed to erase this shit from my head before I did something I’d regret.
I grabbed a bottle of cheap whiskey, twisted the cap off in one harsh motion, and brought the cold glass to my lips. The alcohol burned down my throat, a rush of liquid fire–but still not enough to put out the
flames inside me.
I downed it in big gulps, feeling the immediate weight settle on my shoulders, slowing the chaotic storm in
my mind.
But it still wasn’t enough.
I grabbed a half–burned joint off the table, lit it with the forgotten lighter nearby, and inhaled deeply. The first drag punched into my chest, filling my lungs and spreading a lazy warmth through my body.
My head grew lighter, but the anger still roared.
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1 exhaled slowly, letting the bitter smoke drift around me.
Another drag.
Another swig of whiskey.
The haze started to settle, dulling the suffocating grip on my chest.
But his voice still echoed in my mind.
The way he yelled at me. Accused me. Said I treated him like I treated everyone else.
Like this was all some game.
It was never a game.
I wanted to manipulate him, sure. Make him love me. Make him crazy for me. Dependent on me.
But it was never a game.
My feelings were never a game.
The hate flared again, hot coals under thin ash.
I grabbed another line of whatever powder sat crumbled on the table and snorted it without hesitation. The hit was instant–a surge of euphoria tangled with numbing fury. Heat raced through my body, my heart pounding with adrenaline and rage.
I opened my eyes slowly, feeling my pupils dilate as a crooked smile pulled at my lips.
By now, the room around me was just a blurry backdrop.
Nothing mattered except the tidal wave dragging me under.
My mind finally went silent, drowning out Elijah’s voice, his looks, and those fucking words that had cut
like knives.
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