16. What I Want

Demetrius

I’m having déjà vu as I rush through the streets with her in my passenger seat unconscious, except this time things are a little different. This is all my fault. If I hadn’t screwed up, she’d never be out there alone at this time of night. I was right. I had sent her over the edge, and I’m sure the little stunt I pulled earlier was the final push. Why else would she be involved in such risky behavior? Walking around alone in the middle of the night as if she had not been attacked just days prior? What was she thinking? I warned her. I told her to be more careful.

Dammit. I’m blaming her when I just admitted this was my fault. “Fuck!” I yell slamming my hand against the steering wheel. An equal mix of anger and fear have begun to consume me. Her heart’s beating steadily. She’ll be okay. She’s already healed. That’s not the issue. It’s something else, something bad. So damn bad.

I was on my way to her apartment willing to beg for her forgiveness with an overwhelming craving li