Chapter 227
"But that chick said she hadn't told you," he said. He must have run into Cassidy one of the times that he had been looking for me at the cafe and got to talking.
"I don't believe I asked you another question, so you shouldn't be speaking." I stared at him blankly.
He bit back his words and continued glaring up at me.
"Listen to my words very carefully. If I ever see you again, even by accident, I will ruin you," my voice got deeper, and I honestly began meaning it. "The dangerous thing about messing with broken people, is that they feel like they have nothing to lose, so they'll stop at nothing when getting revenge. And it's a sweet, delicious revenge for them. Usually drawn out and painful," I continued.
"I watched my brother carve up my family," I used the half-fact for the one good that it could possibly do in my life, "I know exactly how to do it myself. So for the rest of your miserable, pathetic life, i want you to be constantly looking over your shoulder and fearing that you'll see me. Because if you ever do," I paused, getting closer to him. He backed away slightly.
"I will kill you."
I said it so firmly and convincingly that even I couldn't tell if I actually meant it or not. I think some part of me at least did.
"Psycho," he breathed out, and I didn't change the lethal calmness of my expression.
"That's the idea, yeah," I replied. "And like I said, if you try to take me out of the equation, or anyone else in my life, shit will only get worse and worse for you. I don't think you want to test that for a bluff, because spoiler alert, it's not one," I said. And this much was true.
"I hate your guts," he snarled.
"How? You couldn't even reach them," I went back at him, the roast good but the memories associated with them painful.
I could feel myself starting to slip a little bit as I accidentally looked at his hands a few times, remembering what they felt like all over me. I had held up my bad bitch alter ego pretty damn seamlessly until then, so I needed to leave quickly while I was on top.
"I was able to hold myself back from killing you this time, because we're in a hospital and I wouldn't get to enjoy it for long enough before they'd take me away, but I won't be able to hold myself back next time. And I mean that," I told him, and he flinched slightly again when I stood up.
"You should hope for your sake that this is the last time you see my face," I finished and gave him one last look before opening the door and walking out. I didn't even bother shutting it behind me as I strutted away down the hall.
I didn't let out the heavy breath I was holding until I was in the elevator by myself on the way back downstairs, and I felt my front finally fall. Water started moving to my eyes and I suppressed my subtle shaking as I breathed in and out.
When I made it back to the car, I got in without making eye contact with Asmodeus, still focusing on my breathing. This seemed to worry him even more.
"Are you okay?" He asked, and I finally looked up at him, letting a small smile spread on my face.
"I will be," I told him honestly. "I'll tell you what happened back home, I just need to calm down a little first," I added, and he nodded.
"Hug or no hug?" He asked, and I smiled again. Sometimes when I was anxious, even Asmodeus's hugs felt too confining, so he took to asking me if I wanted one or not. Every time he asked if I wanted a hug or not, it was like a little verbal hug for my heart- and it sometimes was all I even needed to calm down completely.
"Hug," I replied, and we did just that.
To my broken self, all of his hugs were like bandages to a broken limb. They helped heal my cuts and keep me alive long enough for me to heal myself from deep within, rethreading the very core fibers of my being. He saved me by allowing me to begin saving myself.