Psycho Revenge Lovers

nlight. Her father's face was a portrait of silent anguish, his jaw clenched to hold back tears. They couldn't bear to leave her

er lips at the sight of her parents hovering close. "Wa

o her mouth as she sipped. "Let me get the doctor,"

mother asked softly, brushing a s

eplied, her voice still f

e gave a series of calm, reassuring instructions on how to clean and dress the wounds, emphasizing the importance of consistent care. Though the cuts weren't too deep, he ad

uded softly. "With proper c

octor sincerely. Without a word, her father stepped outsi

as picked up. A deep, confident

apist Damon speaking

ther, his tone calm yet weighted with concern. He

essions at their home. Ariel's father, still unsure of the extent of her trauma, wasn't comfortable let

what had happened,what had truly broken her but she offered no answers. Her lips remained sealed, her gaze distant. The

y, detached, as if life no longer held meaning. It was as

see their daughter like this ,silent, sunken, and lost as though her entire world had crumbled and taken her will to live with

id, arms folded tightly across her chest. Her eyes, shadowed with gloom, stared blankly at the far wall. But beneath that cloud of melancholy simmered som

eant for him sharp, accusatory, and unforgiving. But just as quickly, it vanished, swallowed by a heavy gloom that draped over her

ing deeply before adding quickly,

as if he were speaking a lang

ting slightly in his seat. "Then I'd try to make you comfortable en

espond. Her silence w

. "We can just sit here and stare at each other until the

but he didn't seem fazed. His tone g

then, oh God, she did me dirty," he said, his voice dripping with

nally met his c

," she said icily, "you obvio

th a mixture of sarcasm and curiosity. "And I'm guessing whatever'

he continued, more gently this time. "If you don't want t

she said quietly, wi

w that's a tough request. It hasn't even been

Her brow arched as she finally looked up at