With every step I take into the cut grass, a weight crushes my chest. My breathing becomes irregular, too.
A sliver of panic lodges deep within. My hands tingle and that familiar urge to scrub them clean takes over my senses.
I can’t think past the sensation that my hands are dirty. They need to be scrubbed clean.
The pain in my chest is like tiny needles, tirelessly prickling my heart, even when I walk as slow as possible.
My heart condition can’t relapse.
It simply can’t.
Being able to run again didn’t come easily after the surgery. There were Nazi-style rehabilitations and a complete change in my lifestyle.
The nightmare can’t be back.
I need to run.
If I don’t purge my energy and stress into running, I’ll go crazy.
Kim and Xander’s silhouettes appear in the small cabin house on the outskirts of the garden. She’s crying and yelling, but I’m not close enough to hear what she’s saying.
That and my ears are buzzing so loud, I can barely hear my own breathing.
This is bad.
I blink twice and breathe through my nose then my mouth.
Xander pushes into Kim, imprisoning her against the edge of the cabin. Her back hits the wooden pole and her eyes widen.
It could be because I’m disoriented.
It could be that this is the straw that broke the camel’s back.
Or it simply could be that I’ve finally had enough.
I’m done with these arseholes ruining mine and Kim’s life.
I pull out my phone and record a video. Xander grips her by the hips pulling her into him. Although I want to cut off his dick for putting his hand on my best friend, I know that will bring nothing. The video, however, will.
I can see Xander Knight’s fall in sight. Either he leaves Kim alone or I’ll blackmail him with sexual harassment. RES might be under his father’s command, but the press isn’t.
They’d be delighted to hear how sick and entitled a minister’s son actually is.
I’m in the mood to ruin his future like he’s been actively ruining her life.
Once I have enough footage of him manhandling her, I stop the video and smile in triumph. Even my heart problem fades away.
I start towards the cabin to stop Xander.
A shadow blocks my way.
I cease to breathe when I stare up at my nightmare.
Chapter Three
Aiden hates me.
He loathes me.