Chapter 183
ACE’S POINT OF VIEW.
The air around us felt suddenly still as our laughter died.
I could feel the nerves on the back of my neck spiking as I stared at Amara. Dressed in my hoodie, which stopped mid-thigh, I could not help but think. My mind reverted to her parents, to the love they shared that was so powerful, it found them years later.
I never believed in love, especially because it was never a possibility with the king of home I came from… it was that hell hole that could ever be called a home.
I swallowed the dry feeling in my throat and faced the peppers frying in the cooker. I needed something to distract me, so I wouldn’t see the look of disgust in her eyes from what I was about to tell her.
‘But what if she decides to leave you… What will you do then?’ my subconscious whispered, and the thought of it struck a feeling of panic through me. I don’t know if I’d be able to survive that. Amara showed me a future I never thought I would see… a future I never thought possible.
“I’m starving.” She said, her lips thinning over the toast she’d burned.
I didn’t know when the words left my lips. “You don’t know what it is to starve.” My tone was low, almost detached, and that’s because I was dissociating;
my mind needed to protect me from the path of pain I was about to tread on again.
“You know……your parents make me think about something,” I said, swiftly changing the subject before she would ask what I’d meant, as I poured the eggs into the pan. She really loved this style of fried eggs, so I resigned myself to making it for her any day I could.
I watched her from the corner of my eye discreetly. She was seated on my counte her legs swinging lazily as she slurped on her mango smoothie. It was her second cup of the damn thing. And honestly, I don’t think I ever see my girl growing out of it.
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