RAINE’S POV
I cried myself into a slump on the floor beside my bed. I cradled my knees up to my chest and my arms wrapped around my shoulders.
I hugged myself tightly as my body shook convulsively with every muffled sob..
I hated feeling this weak. I hated that he had seen this side of me, and I hated that he got to me. That he saw through me so easily.
Cyril wasn’t supposed to care. He was supposed to take what he wanted and leave me in my mess. That was how it worked. That was the only way I knew to survive.
Instead, he didn’t want me messy, he wanted to fix me. Somehow, that didn’t make me feel better, it made me feel all the more broken.
There was a soft knock at the door. I did not raise my head or move because I already knew who was there. A second later, the door creaked op
