“Listen to me! I didn’t want to hurt you, Adea, even though deep down, that’s what I want to do. I want to hurt you. I want to see you cry. I want to make you bleed. I’m a sick man, Adea. I’m sick and disturbed. There’s so much you don’t know about me. You don’t know how I can be or what I’m like. I’m a different man with you.”
“So you’re not yourself. This isn’t who you are? Then who are you? If you’re not Shane, if you’re not the man I know, then who are you?” I asked.
“I’m the devil.”
“Goddess. Do you hear yourself? For f***s sake, LET. ME. GO.”
“No. I’m not letting you go. I’m never letting you go. You’ll never be free of me.”
I’m crying now. My heart and mind are at war with each other. I want to tell him to f**k off. I want to tell him to get out of my room. Hell, I want to pu
