28. Salt in Our Wound

CHAPTER 28

SALT IN OUR WOUND

Sadie

T he bath is cold around me.

I’ve been here for an hour just thinking over and over again about what happened.

How it happened playing in my mind again and I couldn’t stop it. Reliving it in my mind.

The way he pulled out his cock like he just expected me to-

The way he had called me-

The way he that he hammered on the-

The way I had locked up.

The way I had remembered my past.

The way I had an accident.

I’m pathetic.

The doors locked.

The boys have stayed away like they know better than to come in right now. All of them gave me time after I had soothed some of their anxiety.

Which just left my anxiety.

I’m alone.

I don’t think I’m going to be okay.

I’m spiraling.

I need help.

Maybe I should have called Lola. Sometimes she says to send a text or an email.

I could have done that.

I didn’t do that.

It all is getting to be too much.

Anxiety wins again.

The fear ate me alive.

I just needed a little control.

Just a smidgen of being in control of my life.

And now….

I think I made a mistake.

Oh.

Oh this is it.

I guess I really am a broken omega.

I’m so tired.

Maybe I can sleep.

Sleep sounds so…nice….

Goodbye …

The door bursts open.

I see shapes … faces.

Cam .

His eyes are wide as he takes in the sight of me in the tub.

Ant .

He’s rushing towards me without thinking about the mess.

Such a mess I’ve made.

Hands .

Hands touching my skin.

Warm hands on cold skin.

Jace’s voice.

Paxton’s curses.

Blackness.

I’m alone again.

Just like I deserve.

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