Emma escapes death only to face a new kind of danger-her absent father's unsettling new picture-perfect family.
As she tries to navigate this twisted family dynamic, she can't shake the feeling of unease around her new stepbrothers and stepmother, w...
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You're an addiction, a cruel slow torture that pulls me in and makes me wait, and Darling, you make me SO impatient.
-Unknown
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•Chapter 59•
{You're my addiction}
•Emma's Point Of View•
Leo was clearly drunk; his eyes had a red tint to them. Sadness was reflected in those dark eyes that casted down on me.
They looked dead. It was actually unnerving to see his usual gentle eyes look like that-not a single hint of life in them.
Before I could even apologize for bumping into him, he grabbed my hand in a tight, painful grip, making me wince at the pain that shot up my right arm as my heart started beating harshly in my chest.
He pulls me into a hug, keeping me closer to his body. This faint scent of alcohol has become stronger than before.
He said something under his breath. But unfortunately, I couldn't quite catch it with clarity because of the loud music booming throughout the enormous place as some sang their hearts out to the lyrics of the song while dancing to their hearts' content.
Not wanting him to punch anyone out of annoyance, I took him upstairs, seeing how disoriented he was with his surroundings and how agitated he was getting with the people around him when they bumped into him by mistake. It was making me quickly move him through the crowd, praying he wouldn't snap at anyone.
He followed me without objection, like a lost puppy following its owner.
It was best to get him away from all these people, knowing how violent he gets if something triggers him in this state. I don't know if I could stop the aftermath if it got out of hand.
Words wouldn't work on him; he'll just keep hitting until someone as strong as him can hold him back until the other person makes an attempt to escape far away from him if they will be able to without some assistance.
Of course, I was scared to be even close to him right now when he's like this. But leaving him there alone in a crowded room would be a disaster waiting to happen.
When we made it to an empty bedroom on the second floor at the end of the long corridor, the first thing I noticed was that it seemed to be a guest room.
I escorted him to the big mattress in the center of the dimly lit room.
To keep myself calm and safe, I left the door slightly open, ready to make a run for it and get help if he turned hostile.
