Chapter Twenty  One- Self Destruction

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One week could change a lot of things. Seven days. One hundred sixty-eight hours. Ten thousand eighty minutes. Six hundred four thousand, eight hundred seconds.

I hadn't slept in a week.

It was nearly impossible to close my eyes. It was the same thing over and again. I'd just see the angry, betrayed expression of Kaoru, and it would leave me petrified. To see the utter look of horror, anger, and pain was something I couldn't live with. I felt the bags under my eyes pull at my skin. I couldn't make myself eat. I wouldn't shower, or do anything I'd enjoy. It was my own form of torture.

I deserved this.

"You're just everywhere, and it's like I'm going crazy at the very thought of you."

"I should've known! You were playing me!"

"You bastard! How dare you mess with my feelings and my life! I loved you!"

I was awful.

I destroyed someone.

I didn't deserve to do what I wanted. I didn't deserve to be happy. My brain kept telling me it was all my fault. Little white lies, my subconscious whispered to me. Little white lies hurt no one. The must be the empty blackness of blasphemy. Jade had tried multiple times over and again to urge me out of bed. Tamaki called me once, but I never amswered. Maybe Kaoru told him what I did. Maybe he just wanted to yell at me. I wish Kaoru would text me, call, anything. I needed him to tell me I was as guilty as I felt.

“Connor,” I heard.

I turned to face my visitor, eyes dull and lightless. The minimal light I could barely make out the silhouette of three women — Candi, Chou, and Kai.

“What?” I mumbled.

Chou smirked at me. Her heels clicked on the floor, eyes staring into me like green pits of acid. The twins watched her back, sporting skin tight leather clothing. The only thing differentiating between each other was the cotton candy colored hair.

I couldn't bring myself to be scared.

“Don't be so glum,” Chou cooed. “I just came down to personally thank you for all that you've done!”

I winced. I sat up quickly, narrowing my eyes at her. “Im free, right?”

Chou threw something down on me. When I glanced down, I was covered in photos. All across my lap were photos of the same same man — brushing his teeth, going to work, eating breakfast. I looked at her and her eyes became hard and steely. As she tossed down more photos, I noticed she was in some of them. In fact, it seemed she frequented most of the newer ones.

“What's this?” I asked.

Her lips curled. “That's my rapist. Yoho Hotoro.”

I blinked and when I opened my eyes, everyone was gone and the entire world was black. I could faint hear blood rushing and my ears burning.

Screaming plauged my drums.

It wasn't mine.

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I felt like crying during the writing of this scene.

I could just feel the panic pouring through me as I wrote it. In fact, I'm trembling now.

I could feel how desperate, anxious and panicky he felt.

Anywhore, this is for you guys, an extra chapter early because I was late the last two weeks. I honestly don't know exactly where this story is heading (although I do have some things in store)

Also, I literally could NOT wait to put it out. Cliffhangers lmao

Please give me feedback, PEACE!

(SHORTEST CHAPTER AT 860 WORDS)

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