Novel & Cerita The Day My But Went Psycho

"Is this you?" I looked at the screen. It turned out someone had filmed what had happened at the hospital today and posted it online. It was right at the moment when Dr. Stevens had ripped my shirt. The comment section was full of people complimenting my physique. "I ran into a psycho at the hospital today, but it's all sorted out now. It’s nothing to worry about." Mom took a swipe at me. "I told you to cut your hair, but you wouldn't listen. Now just look at the mess you've caused."

Alan glared at Liam in frustration before fishing out his phone to make a call. The call connected quickly. Alan switched to speakerphone and shot me a smug look, intending to show off. "Jenny, my card was declined. I wanted to buy a watch!" He kept whining, a stark contrast to his sharp demeanor earlier. Jennifer's voice came through the phone. "How is that possible? That's a black card. There's no transaction limit on it. Maybe there was an issue with the bank while processing it. Give me a moment. I'll make a call."

As for the condoms… Was he planning some wild fling in the outdoors with her and expecting me to prepare for it? My entire body tingled with anger, which was made worse by my lingering fever. I stood up shakily, stumbled to the bedroom, and slammed the door shut. Ignoring Ethan's shouting, I pulled the covers over myself and tried to sleep. Outside, Ethan smashed a glass against the floor in a fit of rage. He kicked the door and cursed, "What's wrong with you? You're twenty-seven and still throwing childish tantrums? All this just because I was too busy to answer a few phone calls?"

If she needed a way to live with herself, she could build it on her own. I kept the money. I kept my distance. I kept dating. And little by little, she stopped being the center of any story I told myself about my life. That was the strangest thing about healing. It didn’t arrive with drama. One day, you just wake up and realize the person who once had the power to ruin you has become background noise. A passing shadow. A thing that happened. Nothing more. So yes—morning comes. Even without the sun, the sky still gets light.

Noticing me looking at his leg, he tugged at his jacket in embarrassment and forced a weak smile. "A few years back, some junkies caused a riot at the casino. They caught me with a steel pipe. Broke the bone and I didn't get it set in time, so... I’ve got a bit of a hitch in my step now." "Don't worry, though. I’m doing okay over there. Nobody messes with me. It’s no big deal." I stayed silent. I didn't give him anything. He rubbed his calloused hands together nervously and asked tentatively, "How... how have you been?"

Like when he gave away the healing potion I'd fought so hard to get—to Mia, because she had a tiny scratch on her finger. Meanwhile, I'd fallen down a slope and had no healing potion of my own, so I spent three months stuck in bed. He'd called all of that "acting out." Fine. Then I'd stop acting out. I straightened my spine. Stumbled, but kept walking. Left the camp behind. When I was finally outside the training camp gates, I reached out through the mind-link, calling for my father. "Dad," I said, my voice steady. "I want to come home to Healer's Hollow."

I grunted at the burning sensation across my right butt cheek. "What did I say, angel?" he snarled. My nether parts clenched. I grit my teeth but said nothing. Smack! Smack! I bit my bottom lip, hardly containing my moan. The headlights were drawing nearer. Evidence of my desire pooled in my panties. Could they already see us? What did they think was going on here? Did I actually give a fuck? Why was I dripping wet for this deranged psychopath? "I won't ask again, baby," he husked. He grinded his stiff cock against my ass. "I can do this all night."

She wouldn't have gotten into an accident that took her life. I am a sick psycho. That's what I am. A selfish man, if I wasn't a selfish man, my daughter wouldn't have hated me. If I wasn't a selfish and cruel man, I wouldn't be yearning for my best friend's daughter. Yes, I am demented psycho. I hear Lilith’s voice calling out to me even with the loud ringing in my ear. I thought I was going to lose consciousness. I held onto the bed post. I needed my pills. I need them to calm me down.

I shook my head , tears nearly spilling out of my eyes . God , he was seriously deranged and dangerous . How can someone be so psychotic ? He was talking about killing someone as if he was discussing the weather with me . Son of a mother fucking psycho bitch . I was scared terrified even . I never feared anyone but Jacob was drawing my fear out of me . I wanted to struggle and leave this crazy guy all alone but I couldn't my limbs were locked in place ,no matter how much I tried to make them move . They didn't budged an inch .

I need to rescue myself from this psycho of a man. I went stiff as I felt the wrench move up my thigh s, bit by bit... Heading to... Oh no! By the moon goddess... Tell me my thoughts are lies. Fucking tell me.