Erasing Him, Saving Me

e metal shelving unit digging into my spine. The world ti

out of my lungs. My entire body throbbed with a dull, spreading ach

to push myself up. My voice was a weak

hysterically in his arms. "Shh, it's okay," he murmured to her, his voice a ge

whimpered, burying her face in his chest. "She said if I didn't leave you, she'd make my life a living hell. She said

my struggle to get up, the genuine pain on my face, and interpreted it as more of my "pathetic act." He bel

voice dripping with contempt. "You

k spots danced in my vision, and the sounds of the room began to fade into a dull roar. My body

ed shut, I thought I saw a flicker of concern, a moment of doubt breaking throu

carrying me. He moved quickly, his steps urgent. For a moment, a confusing sense of security washed o

And what about her wedding dress? She was supposed to give it ba

lding me, and barked an order to one of his assistants who had followed him in. "Go to Ava's apartment. Get the wedding dress from her closet and giv

ger seat. My head lolled against the window. He got i

, his fingers brushing against my skin with chilling impersonality. He was looking for an inju

himself than to me. "A fair price for what you did to Chloe." He saw my injury no

ide first, treating her minor, self-inflicted wound as the top priority. Only after she was settled and comfort