SPECIAL CHAPTER— IRINA

After Edmund was down beating the guy to pulp I pulled him off to the library.

"Where are we going?" He asked as I tug on his arm.

I don't answer but keep trudging along pain searing through every vein.

"God, Irina. What happened? Why the hell are you wearing shorts?" Edmund asked and I stop in my tracks, tears already brimming my eyes.

"Fuck! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to-" he noticed I'm crying, so he pulled me into a hug. I hugged him back knowing my plan is working.

"I-I'm sc-scared. I-I don't wa-want t-to live l-like this any-anymore!" I yelled to him gripping onto his shirt for balance.

"It's okoy. You can live with me in our house, it'll be alright. Nothing will happen to you, I'll make sure of it," he assured, and that makes me rethink my plan.

He doesn't matter, no-one does, do it a voice says, and I listen to it. "Take me to your house please?" I said, wiping my tears, and letting go of his shirt.

"I will." He smiled, and leads me to his car.

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A few weeks passed and I gre