For days I cried. I shut myself in my room only leaving occasionally for food when the cramp in my stomach became too painful to sleep.
I saw Noah once in the three days I spent locked away in my room. He tried to catch my eye across the dining table, I stared down at my food, as I cut the meat I imagined my knife in his throat.
This distance allowed me to hate him, the bond was weaker from a fair. I was a reck, reverting right back to the way I was before Greyson. Bloodied and beaten but this time my wounds were all in my mind and somehow it was far worse this way. I knew how to heal superficial cuts and scrapes.. how would I even begin to heal my mind from the pain Noah gave me.
Daniel hurt me but Noah... Noah broke me.I had never felt like this before.. I felt dirty, like I had been
