Leah
When you're angry, when you touch me, when you try to play the victim like you are right now, I feel it. Every emotion is bleeding through the way you say my name.
"There are many things you hate about me," he said, a small smile ghosting his lips, "That isn't one of them."
You're wrong, Aiden. I hate every f*****g thing about you.
"Do you think I wouldn't shoot you? Is that why you kicked the gun toward me?"
"If you wanted to kill me, you would've used the knife you hid under your pillow."
I laughed bitterly, tears welling in my eyes. Of course, he knew. He even came running the moment he heard I was kidnapped, knowing I purposely left the necklace around my neck.
"I wanted to forgive you," I said, voice breaking. "God, I tried. But you just keep taking and taking."
You're l
