BLAZE
That f*****g b***h.
My skin burns. My teeth grit. Every nerve in my body is wired too tight, my hands shaking with the effort to hold myself the f**k together. I make it to my room. Barely. Then— Boom.
My fist slams into the wall.
Once. Twice.
I don’t stop until the pain drowns out the thoughts. Until my knuckles are raw and aching, until the walls shake with the weight of my fury.
What the f**k was he thinking?
We don’t talk to her. We don’t let her in.
And Ashton f*****g knows that.
My breath saws through my throat, heavy, ragged. My vision blurs with rage, my whole body thrumming with something I can’t name, something dark and f*****g wrong.
Because it’s not just anger.
It’s jealousy.
And I hate that.
I hate that I feel like this. Like he’s mine, like he shouldn’t be
