15: HEARTACHE AND PAIN

ACE'S POV

Rage grew like a seed inside me. Like a lethal poison, it seeped through my pores, screeching and wailing. It demanded to be released in the form of unwanted violence. Fury swept off me like a ferocious tsunami; like an angry volcano erupting.

If I was a minute too late, that poor girl would have gotten raped. I knew it was my fault. If I hadn't been fucking that Jenna girl in the bathroom, then she wouldn't have been in the men's room.

“Now get out,” that's what I yelled back at her when I had my dick in Jenna's mouth.

This was all Lonergirl's fault.

My heartbreak came into waves of grief. Stealing my appetite and sleep alike. It left painful shards of hurt embedded in my gut. I was a warrior, but even men of war took off their armour, and that was what I did. I opened my heart up; wide and vulnerable, and she carried it in her hands for four years. She cared for it and in return, it pumped and lived in her name — but then she went and shredded it like minced meat. Now I