Semua Bab The Haunted's Kiss of Regret and Repentance: Bab 31 - Bab 40

I looked at Brixton as the two of us stood near the cliff. Shock was all over my face, and Brixton just sighed. He pulled me farther from the cliff when he realized that I was not moving an inch out of shock.“Listen, Shyne, I know that it’s a confession that’s not supposed to be said after what happened to you here on the cliff, but…”“Brixton. You can’t love me. You-you shouldn’t love me…” I whispered.Brixton’s face turned sad, and his smile was gone. It was replaced by a frown, and his eyes showed the sadness inside. We were silent for a few seconds, but he held my right hand, and he gave me a half smile that was forced.“Shyne, I know that your situation with Rian and your family is complicated, but I also know that you feel something for me. I see it in our eyes and the way we fit together perfectly.”“Brixton, I can’t…I can’t do thi

I tried to scream and kick the hand as I fell in the darkness. The hands that were holding my feet and covering my mouth were ice cold. I tried to open my eyes, but all I could see was darkness, and the silence was eerie. My hair was all around my face as I felt like the hands that were dragging me would never stop. The skin on my hands and feet felt like they were burning as I was dragged on what felt like asphalt. I suddenly stopped, and the hands on my face and legs disappeared. I was trembling with fear and confusion as I tried my best to shift to a crawling position. My entire body ached as I got up to a sitting position, and I tried to catch my breath while tears threatened to fall from my eyes. I looked around, and it was still pitch black. I tried to speak, but my voice trembled, and my throat felt like it was burning. I realized it was because of the sulfuric smell that was getting stronger. I coughed as the smell got stronger and stronger. “

"Don't look at me like you don't know me, you whore. You're the reason why my cousin Rian isn't with us anymore. You have the guts to go back to this town, but you don't have the guts to kill yourself after what happened to him because of your selfish doing?" I looked at the lady who wore a plain navy blue shirt, sexy shorts that looked like panties, and sneakers. Her taste is awful, but the way she spoke to me showed that her attitude was awful as well. Despite having nice fair skin, her pink and black hair, and her excessive accessories made me want to look the other way. "Excuse me, but I have no interest in picking a fight with someone like you, Anita," I looked at her as she glared at me, " you know nothing about us, and that includes the reason he's gone. So it's better for you to stop embarrassing yourself and leave me alone while you still haven't embarrassed yourself." The woman was Rian's younger cousin, and she was eighteen years old, if I'm no

  “Are you sure that you want to throw all of this away?” Izzy asked as she helped me clear my mini library in my room where I had more than three hundred books.   I looked at the book, and I felt a tingle of hurt in my heart with every book that we took down and put in the huge box. I looked at the sets of books that cost me thousands of dollars, and hundreds of hours just to read all of them.   “Yeah, Izzy,” I said as I grabbed the set of Percy Jackson Books by Rick Riordan, and I could almost feel tears form in my eyes, “these books seem like they’re harmless, but I know in myself what they do to me, and I know how much these books affect me spiritually. I need to let go of these books and set myself free from myself and my addiction.”   "Fine, but I still think that it's a waste sine you spent more than fifteen years collecting all of these books," she said as she arranged a few more books in

It has been a few days since the dream I had, and that white and warm light appeared in my dream. I’m just living life one day at a time, and I try my best to stop thinking of negative things. I feel like for the first time in my life, I can try and convince myself that I’m doing great. “Hey, Shyne,” Perry called me, and I looked up to see her with a broad smile, “I kept sending messages to you but you’re not replying.” She said and I quickly took my phone from inside of my bag and checked. “Oh, I’m sorry, Perry, I was just so caught up in painting and sketching that I lost track of time, and I didn’t notice that my phone was on silent. I just used my laptop, so I guess I forgot to check if someone texted me.” She just rolled her eyes and smiled at me as she sat on the chair that was opposite of mine. We were now in the garden of our house as I tried to paint the flowers around me. It was one of the few times that I was extremely calm, and I feel like I didn’t have to think of anyth