Chapter 51

ANASTASIA

How do you explain death without having to sound horrible? The letter D alone looks terrifying, and it just fucking took me some minutes to realize every word that begins with letter D is disastrous. They probably should be the most scary words on earth.

Death. Damage. Denver.

He fucked her in front of me.

Denver fucked Sandra.

I didn’t know what to feel or how to feel anymore the moment he put her down on the bed and fucked her while I was in the bathroom hiding like some sluts. I can’t breathe; the more I think about it, the more I feel like my heart is going to explode like a time bomb.

My whole world splinters to pieces, and the sudden emptiness hits me so hard.

I tried so hard to control the sounds bubbling out of my mouth. Fuck, it feels like he ripped out my heart and fed it to me. It was like sending me to the pity of hell to burn for eternity.

I didn’t want to believe what I was seeing. I didn’t believe it was him. I still wanted to doubt my sight until he was done