The Chosen One's Cruel Game

fingers coming away sticky with blood. The physical pain was nothing compared to the

came at the d

anyway, and he walked in, holding a small, velv

aid, his voice softer now. "Sophia feels terrible

ve me gifts in, always something small, something that looked expensive bu

aid, my voice flat. "And you gave me one just

didn't expect me to remember that, to throw it in his

. "Is this ointment from a bulk-buy sale too, Et

tube of antiseptic cream, the kind you could buy at any drugstore fo

oor. "I don't want it. I do

pleading. "I had to say what I said downst

l. You blamed me for Sophia breaking her own ankle. And you didn't even look at me when you pushed me into the f

insisted, but his ey

ping closer. "Then look me in

tood there, a guilty fl

shaking with a rage that was co

ng. "Fine. But you're making a mistake, Chloe."

each held gifts-flowers, chocolates, a stupid stuffed bear. They started their performance, each one trying to out

o sorry,

so worried a

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hia' s door. She was standing there, leaning on her "broken" ankle, which seemed to be holding her weight just fine. He reached out and gently tucked a s

The last nail in the coffin o

hat my legs gave out. I stumbled back and fell to my knees, the room spinning. The boys rushed

What's

s hair burned into my mind. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold the shattered piece