Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
But yet she was faking it for months only to lay her eyes on me and reveal how she truly felt. There hadn’t been a hint of emotion in her eyes when I had laid into her. Nothing but hatred and contempt had glared back at me.
My heart ached for Axel and Julian, and I could only pray that their fall from that high pedestal of hope they had been standing on wouldn’t hurt.
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Axel
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My sister wouldn’t meet my eyes when Meghan left the room. Rage coursed through my veins. What was my sister thinking? Did she really think that she could be bitter and hateful toward Meghan and expect me to take her side?
There was no way in fucking hell that I could.
Because after everything Alli had done to Meghan, Meghan still only had wished the best for her, had constant faith that Alli would get better.
Alli had just shit all over that.
I no longer knew the person sitting in front of me. I wanted to try to understand her, but how did you even begin to understand someone so fucking two-faced?
Julian shook his head. “I fucking told you, Alli,” he snapped at her. She didn’t even flinch—didn’t fucking care about anything he was saying to her.
My sister was officially a lost soul, and I didn’t know how to bring her back.
“Pull your money back,” Alli stated. She looked at Dr. Gresham. “I’m done here. I’m not living with them, and I’m certainly not living with her. I’ll figure my own shit out, but I am done here.”
“Alli—" I started, but she shook her head at me.
“I don’t want your fucking help, Axel. I don’t want anyone’s help. In fact, I don’t want help period. I want you to walk out of here and never fucking contact me again.”
“Wait; hold the fuck up,” I snapped as I jumped up from my chair.
She glared up at me. “You want to still have something to do with me? Fucking leave her.”
I clenched my jaw. She was asking me to do the one thing I could never do—the one thing I would never do to Meghan. I made Meghan a promise that I would never leave her again, and I didn’t intend to ever break that promise to her.
“I’m never leaving her, Alli. I made her a promise. I’m not breaking that promise.”
Alli shrugged as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t see why not. You already broke some to me—like that fact that you said you would always be there for me.”
“And he’s still trying to be, dumb ass,” Julian snapped at her. She rolled her eyes. “Did you not hear a fucking word that Meghan said to you, or did you just tune her out because you’re that much of a hateful, spiteful bitch?” he snarled.
I clenched my jaw, agreeing with him. I’d never seen my sister like this. “Nah, she wants to talk about broken promises? Let’s fucking talk about them,” I sneered. “One, you promised to always come to me if Mom and Dad weren’t properly taking care of you. You fucking didn’t. Two, you promised to call me if shit started getting bad for you.” I snorted. “Nope. Instead, I had to find you passed out on your floor with a mostly empty bottle of antidepressants in your fucking hand.” Her gaze never wavered from mine, and right then, I realized I had officially lost my sister. She didn’t give a shit about me—about anyone but herself and wallowing in her own misery.
I threw my arms in the air. “You know what? I hate that I’m doing this, but fuck this, Alli. I’m done. I’m done fighting for you. I’m done worrying about you. You had the chance to become so fucking strong, and you shit all over it. You shit all over every bit of help Julian and I offered you. You don’t even give a fuck about it.”
I drew in a deep breath. Julian clapped his hand to my shoulder. “I wish you the best of luck in everything, Alli, and I will pray to God every single fucking night that you don’t succumb to your dark thoughts. But I can’t help you, and I can’t continue hurting and stressing myself and my family because of you. It’s not worth the heartache and the pain.”
With that, I turned on my heel and left the room to go find the one woman who I knew would never let me down—not like my sister just had.
I stopped in the middle of the empty visitation room as tears slid down my cheeks. I dropped into a random chair, my shoulders shaking as I dropped my face into my hands.
Walking away from the destructive person that had become my sister was the hardest fucking thing that I had ever done. I would always love my sister, but you couldn’t help someone that didn’t want to be helped.