heart beats like a rabid animal on the hunt, a ruthless constriction of
sensitive muscle that lets me know I’m alive. My heart is a traitor
I’m sick of being the animal.
I’m sick of always living for the hunt.
I’m sick of... 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
few deep breaths to calm myself doesn’t work. Sweat slithers down my
spine, practically licking my backstabbing flesh as it goes. I’m doing
the one thing I told myself I would never do again: see Jax.
𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦. Out
of the two of us, Jax is the one who deserves peace. Yet, here I am,
out in front of his house like I’ve done so many times before. Way before. Only this time, I might just be the most fucked up, and trust me, he’s seen me at my worst.
Past me has nothing on this twisted, tortured version of myself… Miss Sadie Lovell, con extraordinaire.
feet come to a stop as I let the past swallow me. Two warring emotions
flit through my head. One, warmth. Two, a guilt so potent it makes my
stomach churn as I stare up at the familiar two-story home. Part of me
hopes Jax isn’t here. With the way he’s done something with himself, I
hope he’s moved out of the Heights. Maybe he has a nice house in the
‘burbs. A girl. A kid.
My gut knots like I’ve stuck myself with my own dagger and twist it with a quick flick of my wrists.