He gave me the best experience of my life, then completely erased me.
He brought me out of my invisible bubble just to decimate me.
And that hurt.
I didn’t realize how much it hurt until I stared at his soulless eyes a moment ago. Now that I’m looking at him, at his sharp features and unaffected expression, I want to sink my nails into his leather jacket where his heart is and rip it out, maybe see if there is one.
“Over?” He takes a step forward, trapping me against my car as a twitch lifts his lips. “We’re just getting started, Cecily.”
18
JEREMY
Iwatched Cecily all night long.
I’ve been following close behind since she left the shelter and headed back to the flat, wearing tight jeans and a baggy sweater. Earbuds in her ears. Gaze lost in the horizon.
I remained on my bike behind the bushes and watched her window, waiting for her figure to appear, and it did, once, wrapped in nothing but a towel. Her wet silver hair cascaded to below her shoulders and she stood by the window.
For a moment, I thought she saw me, that no matter how strategically I hide, Cecily will always see me.
But that belief only lasted until I realized she was in fact caught in a trance. She stood there and looked, but no feelings could be detected.
She was there physically, but not mentally.
That state lasted for exactly fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes of remaining as still as a soulless statue.
Fifteen minutes of…nothingness.
My molars grinded together and I nearly crushed my helmet between my fingers from how much I squeezed it. I contemplated jumping through her window and shaking the fuck out of her.
But then Ava came in, her face and movements full of giddy excitement. Cecily snapped out of it soon after, crossed her arms over her chest and listened as her friend chattered on, grabbed her shoulders, and pushed her in the direction of the closet.
Twenty minutes later, they were in a downtown pub. With their guy friends. Namely, that motherfucker Landon.
I was around the corner when they whispered to each other, when he grinned at her and she smiled at him. When he offered her a drink and she took it sheepishly.
When she ignored everyone else and talked to him.
When he kept nudging her shoulder with his, demanding her attention and eventually getting it.
I was so close to walking up there and slicing his throat then watch as it formed a pool around his body.
Before I could act on those destructive thoughts, she slipped out of the group, looking miserable as fuck, expression downward and shoulders hunched.
I slipped behind her the moment she fetched her phone and started texting her friends.
She didn’t even realize I was there until she saw my reflection in the glass.
I’ve thought of a million methods of handling Cecily Knight once I had her beneath my claws again. I could play with her until she breaks.
Hold her hostage until she squirms.
My favorite is to let her run just so I can catch her.
But now that she’s standing in front of me so close that I can breathe the water lilies off her skin and count the freckles dusting her cheeks, none of those options seem like enough.
And when the green of her eyes darkens? Fuck me. I want to do bad things to this girl.