Series: Hell Night #4
Pain. A soulless void. It’s his life. It’s his reality.
Anything. His soul is dark and filled with hatred. People in the small town of
Malus watch him with fear, with reverence. Exactly the way he prefers it.
caging him in an ominous past he refuses to let go. Can’t let go. His past is responsible
for the shell of the man who now exists. He doesn’t know any other way to
his dreams is his only salvation. He’s hurt her over and over again. He didn’t
have a choice.
to, the one he uses to carve into his flesh, is the key to his hell. It’s his
reminder of the pain he’s suffered and inflicted.
retribution? Can Emo be saved? Or is he destined to live in this dark hell he’s
surrounded himself in for the rest of his life?
stiff for my liking. The fear isn’t as pronounced in her eyes, but it lingers.
opening them again. Her hand falls back to the bed.
fear being touched. I don’t want to freeze when someone gets too close. You’re
one of the only ones I trust to help me.” She swallows. “Please.”
her hand, I drop to my knees beside the bed and sit back on my heels. Her gaze
follows me, and I warily watch her in return.
the first move. I’m not touching her, but I’m still giving her what she wants
by being close enough for her to touch me.
I close my eyes at the first whisper of her fingertips against my face. It’s
warm and smooth and oddly comforting. Her nails gently scrape across the
bristles on my cheek. I’m not used to such tender touches. I either don’t let
people touch me or I demand something harsh because that’s what I like.
blood on your temple?”
blood I forgot was there. I should have washed it off before she woke up.
spell we currently seem to be under.
unknowingly gauged in her presence earlier. I silently curse myself for being
head. Now that she’s here, she’ll know soon enough what the key unlocks. She,
more than anyone, has the right to know.
temple, across my cheek and down to my chin. Her expression is one of awe and
I shut down. Deanna and Mick never touched me in the ten years I was with them.
In any way. They were always so nice to me, but I never let them get close,
physically or emotionally. I couldn’t stand it. I love my brother, and I know
he’d never do anything to me, but I’m even scared of him getting too close. I
haven’t willingly touched anyone in ten years. You’re the only one.” Her
fingers slide through my hair and a shiver races down my spine. “I wonder why
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