บททั้งหมดของ Her Innocence His Addiction : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

I scribbled down the equations in my notebook, trying to make sense of them and come up with an answer. It was back to school. My slutty weekend is now an erotic memory; one that I'm gonna revisit every day of my life. But yeah, back to school and back to solving the craziest and twisted math questions. The professor just left the class and left us with a really twisted math question to decode. So yeah, I'm trying to do that. I stopped scribbling again, staring at it, and nah, this isn't easy at all. I glanced around and everyone else was just as engrossed in their work as I was. And individually too. It's not a group thing. My gaze returned to my book and I flinched at the hand resting on it. I looked up. Nathan. I spent all morning avoiding him because I didn't wanna feel this way. Dirty, scared, and anxious.“Let's go talk in the library.” He said briskly. “I'm busy,” I replied in a dismissive tone.“It wasn't a request.” He arched a brow, pinning his stern gaze on me. “Get

I didn't see April the rest of the school hours. She'd accompanied her Daddy to the school's infirmary and they haven't been out since then. Every bone in me arched to go join them there, but the college authorities had restricted it to just family. I might live with them, and I might be sleeping with her Daddy, but I'm not family. So I attended the rest of my classes, listened to the professors half-heartedly while chewing on my pen and getting buried in torturous thoughts. It didn't help that everyone around me was whispering about the fight. They were all trying to come up with the perfect narrative on why Joe and Nathan fought. And my ears perked at every direction those whispering voices came from. I wanted to hear every narrative they came up with. I wanted to know if they had my name in it. But so far, none mentioned my name and it calmed my anxiety a bit. The fear of everyone finding out about my relationship with Joe was sickening. Literally. I've had a lump in my throat

“Willow, come have dinner!” Mum yelled for the thousandth time. It's exhausting to keep saying no. I've said it countlessly already. I'm not hungry. I don't have an appetite. I just wanna be left alone to fucking cry my miserable heart out. “I'm not hungry, Mum!” I yelled back. But honestly, you could barely call it a yell. Because it came out shaky and croaky. I was curled up on my bed with the duvet over my body. My eyes were beginning to hurt from all the crying I've done over the previous days. I'd stop if I could. But my heart's battered up badly and crying happens to be the only way to vent out the agony I was feeling. The incessant buzzing of my phone was another discomfort and nuisance, aside from Mum's incessant calling. Whoever it is calling better leave me alone. I'm really not in the mood for calls. I don't wanna speak to anyone right now.The knock on the door made me wanna snap. “Mum, I said I wasn't hungry!” I yelled for real now, hoping that would send her away.

The smashing sound of the plates got us gasping, April and I. She'd opted to prepare dinner and I'd opted to assist her. But in the last thirty minutes, I've smashed two plates and a cup. “Seriously, girl. What's going on with you?” She reached for the broom, sweeping up the glass shards and disposing of them in the bin. I went to the sink to wash my jittery hands, as if that would help me calm down. “Are you sure you're okay, Willow? I'm genuinely worried about you now.” “I'm fine.” But even my voice was unsteady. I can't help it. Dinner's in a few minutes. And then I'll have to sneak into Joe's room. The thought of him being deep inside me, with April being just a room across, has me feeling all shades of anxiety attacks since the afternoon. I wanna back out. I did text him that I didn't think it was a good idea, but he wasn't having it. He wasn't ready to give me a chance to back out of this. So yes, I'm intensely terrified. And that's why I'm breaking dishes because my hand

I packed up and left the next morning. Joe didn't leave his room so I didn't get to see him before leaving. But he strictly instructed his driver to drop me off at Mum's place. Turns out April did go over to her Nanny's house. She didn't get hurt while speeding down there. You can't imagine how much relief that made me feel. The ride home felt long and mournful. I cried all the way and only dried my eyes when the car pulled up to the front of Mum's house.I thanked the driver and got out of the car. He helped me take out my luggage from the trunk before leaving. Being back in this neighborhood was already making me feel sick. But I'd rather get sick and rot here than stay another day at April's house. I took a deep breath and finally walked up to the front porch. I rang the doorbell a few times before Mum opened the door. “Willow?” Her eyes were drowsy. I guess I interrupted her sleep. “What are you doing here?”“I'm back home.” She quickly moved aside and I walked in. “Why do