Page 21 of Molt
“I saw you.” The accusation drips from her sinful lips.
“Lenora.” I warn.
“I saw us.” She states as tears cloud her eyes.
“It wasn’t real.” I lie again.
“Bullshit.” She says calling me out on my bullshit.
As always.
“It was a hallucination.” Another lie.
“I could smell the rain.”
My heart pounds as she steps toward me.
I retreat.
Her eyes follow. “You were touching me.”
“Stop.”
“We were having sex.”
“Stop.”
“And then...” Her face twists. She touches her chest. “My God.”
“Don’t.” I beg.
I can’t. I fucking can’t.
“Your chest...”
“I said stop.”
“It opened.”
“LENORA.” I yell and she jumps.
Good.
Let her hate me.
Anger is safe. Fear is safer. Love kills.
“I don’t know what kind of fucked-up game you’re playing,” she says, “but I’m done.”
“Good.”
“I’m calling someone.”
“Good.”
“I’m going to a hospital.”
“Good.”
