Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
S.K.A.M.
I ’d stood in the darkness of the trees, hiding as they had their little picnic. Feeling my stomach turn at how nauseating it all was. The cute little scene he’d set up for their date. The fairy lights and candles, such a saccharine touch that it made my teeth ache. And the champagne on ice, like they had something to celebrate. They wouldn’t be celebrating if they saw me or knew the thoughts that were running through my head. Wicked, murderous, depraved thoughts.
He'd played music through his phone, and they’d laughed and smiled as if they didn’t have a care in the world. As if he didn’t have a care in the world because, as far as he was concerned, he’d locked me up and thrown away the key. Barred me from his life like he had a fucking choice in the matter. But he didn’t. I was going nowhere.
I took my knife out and began to carve into the bark of the tree trunk I was standing behind as I watched him stand up and offer her his hand. And then they danced. They fucking danced and kissed, and I almost broke the blade of my knife with how hard I scored the bark.
I hated her.
I fucking hated that she’d come into our lives and ruined everything.
We were doing fine until she arrived.
We didn’t need her before, and we certainly didn’t need her now.
I knew I had to work quicker to put things right.
The longer she stayed, the more chaos reigned in my mind. It multiplied and grew every day, hour, every fucking minute that she was here. She was bad for me, bad for both of us.
She needed to go.
Permanently.