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Chapter 237 of "Tempting Venom" starts unfolding: No. I do knowwhy.Momās standing right beside Violet, smiling softly at me as tears stream... Discover more!
No. I do knowwhy.
Momās standing right beside Violet, smiling softly at me as tears stream down her face.
āIām sorry,mon trĆ©sor.ā
āItās not your fault, Mom,ā I say, but Iām not sure she hears me or if my mouth even moves. āItās mine for being a little slut.ā
I donāt think. My body justā¦moves.
One second, Violet is in front of me, her eyes wide, her breaths coming in short gasps, and the next, my fingers land on her shoulders, and I yank her around, spinning us, putting my back where her chest should be.
The gun goes off.
Thereās a sharp, ugly crack that punches the air and then my lungs.
Heat detonates in my chest as if someone shoved a fist straight through bone and cartilage, ripping through me in one brutal go.
My legs give out, and the ground disappears.
Iām fallingā¦falling and keep fucking falling long after my body hits something hard.
Noises blend togetherātires, screams, and shouting. Thereās a lot of shouting, but I canāt tell who the sounds belong to as blood bubbles in my mouth, metallic and warm andā¦soothing.
My heart stutters as my lungs give out.
And just like thatā¦the noise in my head dies.
No static.
No whispering demons.
No self-hating comments.
No footsteps in the hallway that donāt exist.
No ghosts, no noise, no thoughts eating me alive from the inside out.
Justā¦nothing.
Oh.
So thatās what quiet feels like.
Peace doesnāt come in a soft bed or a therapistās office or tucked against Marcusās chest like I pretended it might.
It comes on cold grass with a hole in my chest and someone elseās life pressed behind my ribs.
How poetic.
How sad.
If Iād known it would shut everything up this cleanly, I wouldāve stepped in front of a bullet sooner.
Wouldāve stopped swimming so hard to stay above water.
Wouldāve justā¦abandoned breathing.
Then why is a part of me rebelling against this fitting ending? Why is my heart clawing, reaching, trying to stay afloat?