His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 214

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 214

– Azalea POV

I could feel every beat of my heart through every pulse point in my body. I could hear it in my ears as the scent of her blood wafted to my nose. I follow her scent and the blood drops on the floor before finding Abbie soaking wet and lying on the bathroom floor, her ear pressed to the tiles as she stared vacantly at the bottom of the sink basin.

“Abbie?” I whispered, my heart breaking at the sight of her. I hadn’t seen her like this in ages. Not since she first returned home and before was after what the butcher did to her.

Abbie doesn’t answer, and I watch a tear slip down her cheek. When I saw Gannon, I had first thought he hurt her, and I am sure he did, but not in the way I first thought. I thought he m******d her, but the moment I stepped into the bathroom, I realized she had hurt herself.

She had been through so much, and everyone breaks, though I didn’t think it would ever be Gannon that would cause her to snap. We were all waiting for it. I knew it would eventually come because at some point, everything weighing us down and suffocating us becomes unbearable. We just dealt with it in different ways.

Kyson, with his drinking, me with the way I shut down and turn everything inward. Liam with his sick games of torture and then Abbie. Abbie always fights hers because there is no comeback from the sort of vice she fights, and that is d***h.

I kneel on the tiles before lying down beside her, resting my head on the tiles beside her. She blinks at me, and by the hollow look in her eyes, I knew she was somewhere else, somewhere far away. A place that lives inside us and haunts us, plagues and destroys us, the past.

Moving my hand, I s*****w as I place it on her cold cheek, brushing my thumb below her eye. Tears filled her eyes, but didn’t fall as she just stared back at me. “I can still feel it,” she murmurs.

“Feel what Ab’s?” I whisper.

“The noose. It’s still there, so tightly wound I can’t breathe,” she whispers. I touch the scar behind her ear, the one that matches mine, a d***h we almost shared.

“I can feel it growing tighter, digging into my skin and burning through my flesh. I can feel the way it slides over my skin, growing tighter and tighter. Feel my blood rushing in my ears. I don’t want to feel it anymore.”

“What happened?” I whisper, needing to know. I couldn’t help her if I didn’t know what put her back in this dark place. A place I had only escaped from recently myself.

“I can’t be what he needs me to be,” she says, sniffling. She wipes her nose on the back of her sleeve. “He shouldn’t be punished because I am broken,”

“You’re not broken, Abbie,”

“But I’m not whole either. He deserves better than that. He deserves better than what I can give him. So does Tyson,” she says.

“And what does Gannon need, Abbie?” I asked, and her brows furrowed. “A mate. Someone to love him, that won’t hurt him like she did,” Abbie whispers. “Who hurt Gannon?”