บททั้งหมดของ Kissed By Chaos: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me. Even in class, I would look over my shoulder at the door, but no one was ever there.It could just be my imagination running rampant. My father would stop at nothing to get to me. Even if he was locked up. He had so many mother fucking resources.If there were some way that I could block those resources, that would make me feel safer.“Holy shit,” I said as I stopped, having Waylon jerk back.“What? What’s wrong?” He scanned the area, looking for some sort of hidden threat.I waved him to the side of the dining hall. There was a cute little picnic table there, but not many people sat there because it looked old and dirty. But I liked it.“Do you remember the voicemail from Barrett?” I stared at him, waiting for him to respond. When he nodded, I continued. “Well, the only power he has is his resources. If I could block those resour

I hated leaving Wakely in her art room. I wanted to beg her to just go back to her room, but I knew she was right. She couldn’t live the rest of her life in fear.I knew that.But I still didn’t like leaving her alone. If I was here, I would be able to watch over her and make sure no one would hurt her.But I couldn’t be that overbearing fiancé. Even if I wanted to. She deserved to live her life and she said that she loved her art class. I wasn’t about to take that away from her. She deserved a little happiness after what happened to her.“Waylon?” A voice pulled me out of my thoughts.A girl who was normally really quiet and sat at the back of the lab was standing in front of me. She had long red hair that was thrown up in a ponytail and wore thick, framed glasses.“Sorry, what did you say?”She looked behind her and then back at me as if someone was following her. She was acting

My stomach started to bubble halfway through my art class. I wasn’t sure if it was the food that I ate or the stress of the day.Everywhere I turned, I felt someone’s eyes on me. Waylon did his best to assuage that feeling, but no matter what, I still felt it.Even sitting in class, I felt like someone was watching me. I would turn to look at the classroom door, but no one was there.I shook my head and stood. “I’ll be right back,” I whispered to the teacher, who just nodded at me. She was covered in clay and was in the art zone. As she explained it.I would just splash some water on my face and then go back to class. “After class, you get to go back to your room and relax while you wait for Waylon,” I said to myself in the mirror.I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see what it was, but nothing was there. My heart rate picked up. I quickly washed my hands and opened the door.As

I thought heaven would be a lot less painful. Every breath I took, every tiny little movement sent shooting pain through my body. I wanted to crack an eye open to see where I was. Probably held up in a basement somewhere to rot.“She’s still sleeping.” Waylon’s voice whispered not too far away.“Her body has been through a lot, and it’s recovering.” A voice I didn’t know responded.“When will she wake up?” Waylon’s voice sounded agitated.“When she’s ready.” Was the man’s blunt answer. “We are pumping a lot of pain medication and antibiotics into her. So she may be out of it for a few days.”“She’s been asleep for two days,” Waylon said.“She’s been through a lot.”I cracked open an eye. I was in a dim room with machines beeping next to me. When my body didn’t convulse in pain, I opened the ot

I fought with Wakely to stay longer in the hospital. I wanted them to watch over her to make sure that she was healing nicely. But the day after she woke up, she demanded that she be released from the hospital.I went back to campus to grab a change of clothes and her car. It took some maneuvering, but we eventually got her into a hoodie and sweatpants. Every time she moved, she would hiss in pain. I hated every second of it, but she was being stubborn.Now, she was tucked into the passenger seat, with her hood up so no one could see her face. Before she went to the bathroom, I asked the staff to remove the mirror. I knew that it was a random request, but they all gave me knowing looks.I wanted to protect her. She didn’t need to see herself as she was healing. She was going to look worse before she got better. And I was going to save her from that pain.On the way back to campus, she demanded burritos, so I pulled up next to the food truck that I g