All Chapters of Kissed By Chaos: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Wakely made it to our floor. She lifted her fist up and gently pumped it in the air in victory. “I did it.” She exhaled loudly.“Very proud of you,” I said with a chuckle.“I have earned a fucking burrito.” She said as she took small steps down the hall to her room.“Yes, you have.” I smiled as I walked behind her. Even in the darkest moments, she always thought on the brighter side. She didn’t mope around and be depressed even though she had all the reasons to.But she didn’t.She was abused her whole life, attacked and almost killed by her father, and now she was tortured at the order of her father. But here she was pumping her fist in the air and demanding a burrito.“I love you,” I said as she pushed her door open.She turned to look at me and then smiled. “I love you, too.”I closed the door behind me and set the bag of food on her desk. &l

Wakely practically forced me to go to swim practice. She refused to let me skip so I could stay with her. On top of that, she demanded that I go home to see my parents.Even though her safety was my top priority, but I had them in the back of my mind. I would periodically get updates from my father. He would always sugar coat everything, saying everything was fine, but I knew they were keeping stuff from me.They didn’t want to worry me while I was at school. But I did. I worried about them a lot. And with what was happening with Wakely, I worried about everything.“Hey man, welcome back,” Bryan said as he clapped a hand to my shoulder. Normally, he had a straight face, but now he was smiling brightly.“You saw me yesterday.” I reminded him.“I meant, welcome back to practice.” He laughed.“Yeah.” I rolled my eyes at him. “I would rather be with Wakely now, but she practically force

“It’s not that I had to meet his mom…” I trailed off. “It’s that I looked like this. She was so nice and sweet and didn’t even mention the injuries. But I wished I had a warning…you know.”I was venting to Cora. She practically knocked on my door as soon as I hung up the phone call with Waylon. I was devastated that I looked like a monster. But she looked so happy to talk to me.“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad. Waylon has an older phone, maybe she couldn’t really see.” Cora said as she shoved another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.“I hope so,” I said, shoving another honey mustard pretzel into my mouth.“What do you want to watch?” Cora asked as she flipped through the movies with one hand and ate ice cream with the other.“Maybe something light…you know, considering. I don’t think I could do something like Saw right

This was it. This was when I was going to die. And at the hand of Wakely. I knew she was itching to get out and go to classes in the flesh. But anytime she even remotely suggested it, I panicked.I would come up with an excuse for her not to go out. To stay in her room. Up until today, she agreed. Now she was demanding it. I knew this day was going to come, but I thought I at least had another week.The thought of her going out onto campus on her own sent a cold chill down my spine. I didn’t want what happened before to happen again. I would feel worse than I already did.And now she was throwing herself at me, and there was no way that I could say no. Fuck, I was about to toss her on the bed and show her who she belonged to.But I couldn’t do that. We had classes, and she was determined to go. And fucking arouse me to no end. My dick was going to be hard all day.She threw on a pair of leggings and a sweater and went to the bathroom to

I was happy that Waylon didn’t fight me more about going to my art class. He was struggling with what happened to me, but we needed to jump in with both feet. We couldn’t live in fear, and he couldn’t be around me the entire time.I would never admit this to him, but I was starting to feel like he was my prison warden. And I knew that eventually I would start to resent him, and that was no way to start our relationship.“Very good work, Wakely.” The art teacher said as she patted my shoulder.I was working on a drawing of Waylon. We needed to draw something that meant a lot to us, and he was the only thing that came to mind. It was just his head and halfway down his body. I wasn’t prepared to do a full-body picture of him.He, of course, messaged me every fifteen minutes, and I would respond that I was still alive and not kidnapped. He didn’t appreciate that, but what else was I going to say to him?“