ADELE'S POV
Pain has a way of silencing everything–except the voices in my head.
My eyes stayed fixated on the side mirror as we drove past the big black gates. Celeste’s car stalked us down the street, horn blaring like a war cry when Julian slowed to look at me.
He muttered my name softly and reached out to hold my hand, but I shrugged it off, keeping my focus on the side mirror.
He sighed in defeat and parked in the driveway, leaving no room for Celeste.
Celeste.
I could still feel her fingers on my scalp, pulling me. Destroying me.
He let her touch me.
He stood there and watched.
Now he wants to hold my hand?
I should’ve let her rip me bald.
I opened the passenger door before he could and hopped down.
The house loomed over me ominously.
My vision blurred and my knees
