17. My Demons

SKYLA.

As the door shuts behind him, my small smirk fades away, and I look around the cottage. That cosy touch feels empty… My stomach drops, guilt filling me, followed by a void, one so deep it almost hurts to

breathe. This is the part I hate the most; I know my flaws… I know when I’m fucking up but it doesn’t stop me from self- sabotaging everything. Even then, it’s easier to identify my flaws and another thing entirely trying to move away from them. 1

Breaking a cycle that, for a fleeting moment, fills that emptiness, is hard. I live in those moments… It offers me temporary relief, a distraction I really need from the constant war that wages in my mind. But it always comes to an end and then it all sinks in, knowing I fucked up. But deep down I know I’ll do it all over again, because I need that,

those small moments of reprieve they offer

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Picking up my phone, I unlock it and click on the chat app. It’s instinctual, another bad habit of mine that I’ve picked up recently. It

has become a part of my routine… One I

always knew would probably end in disappointment, yet still, I check my

messages anyway.

Still nothing.

Sighing heavily, I stare unseeingly at the

screen.

I can still feel his touch on my body, and I

don’t know how to feel about it. In the

moment everything feels good, but then… now, I feel hollow. Moving toward the front door, I can still smell his scent clinging to me, to this place…. 1

Locking the door, I sigh, resting my forehead against the wood before I slowly

turn and head to the bedroom. A place that

still smells of him and sex… It’s like I can’t

escape him, escape what I did. I messed up and once Royce finds out…

I sigh heavily, feeling sick with guilt and I

turn away, shutting the door, hoping hist scent won’t linger too long.

“Meow?”

Malevolent’s whine draws my attention to

her, and I smile softly as I crouch down and

scoop her into my arms. “Come on, little

one.” I whisper, nuzzling my nose into her

neck. She’s my forever one.

Nothing helps, nothing ever helps.

Royce’s words fill my mind. ‘You’re worth

more than a one-night hook-up…’ Why do

words sting so much

my head; he just doesn’t

won’t be able to

the

Malevolent to

at the ceiling, and watch the shadowy patterns of the

reflect. I’m in the dark, and the curtains are open, but

I

hook-ups aren’t uncommon

with someone who I know and is a teacher at the school? Usually, I am not that foolish, nothing good will come of

know I wanted Royce, and his refusal was getting to me… Yeah, I’m not making sense. Was I

a bitch, but if

for his brother.

Nicely played Sky…

fills me. If Royce finds out, I bet he’ll be disgusted that I

to the other so easily…

Nice work.

my side, I

hair, breathing deeply,

than to

the

can I always

I’m

I’m tough

with everything I have… but no one sees the fucked up

fingers, trying to rid the horrid feeling

me and creating a void so

into it and never return.

you

threatening to

havoc and

or even… destroy

other than empty,

lip quivers and I stare at the backrest of the sofa, trying to regain myself. Even if I agreed to a casual thing, I can’t let it happen again even if he was pretty good in bed or if he gave me an incredible orgasm… I can’t… not with him. It’s

momentary… deep down, I know I’ll fuck up again. I always

at

feeling as if I’m betraying him, but he’s the one refusing to talk to me… but does it even matter? It’s not like we

couple-

His ex. Fuck!

thundering, and I

together again.

but I

That doesn’t mean he needed

with me… and stop talking to

You’re overthinking Sky, chill.

my anger and

Fuck calm down…

can’t lose control. I hate how I have empty blanks in my memory whenever I completely spiral. What if I do

around, dropping my phone in the process; it

my aura raging around me so powerfully that even the

mask my aura, are not enough right

Lycan tries

making me fall

within me. 4

will burst as I grab onto the chest of

the wood but

forward, my head hits

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