Fake Dating the Bad Boy for Revenge novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183

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The air around us felt suddenly still as our laughter died.

I could feel the nerves on the back of my neck spiking as I stared at Amara. Dressed in my hoodie, which stopped mid-thigh, I could not help but think. My

mind reverted to her parents, to the love they shared that was so powerful, it found them years later.

I never believed in love, especially because it was never a possibility with the king of home I came from… it was that hell hole that could ever be called a

home.

I swallowed the dry feeling in my throat and faced the peppers frying in the cooker. I needed something to distract me, so I wouldn’t see the look of disgust

in her eyes from what I was about to tell her.

‘But what if she decides to leave you… What will you do then?’ my subconscious whispered, and the thought of it struck a feeling of panic through me. I don’t know if I’d be able to survive that. Amara showed me a future I never thought I would see… a future I never thought possible.

“I’m starving.” She said, her lips thinning over the toast she’d burned.

I didn’t know when the words left my lips. “You don’t know what it is to starve.” My tone was low, almost detached, and that’s because I was dissociating;

my mind needed to protect me from the path of pain I was about to tread on again.

“You know……your parents make me think about something,” I said, swiftly changing the subject before she would ask what I’d meant, as I poured the eggs into the pan. She really loved this style of fried eggs, so I resigned myself to making it for her any day I could.

I watched her from the corner of my eye discreetly. She was seated on my counte her legs swinging lazily as she slurped on her mango smoothie. It was her second cup of the damn thing. And honestly, I don’t think I ever see my girl growing out of it.

Perhaps I should have said something stupid again; I should have made her laugh instead, but all I could feel was an utter sense of dread, like I needed to

tell her this immediately, or I would never be able to anymore.

“What’s that?” She asked, and resumed her slurping of the thick liquid, which was more of ice cream than a smoothie, but she said, ‘As long as it’s fruit, it’s

healthy.’

Whatever does that even mean?

I don’t even know how normal people slurp ice cream….but my girl was anything but normal. The thought of it always brought a smile to my face.

My girl was crazy….But I needed her like that,

“You talk about your parents like love’s some miracle. It crawled its way through hell and came back stronger, even after facing all that shit, it still came back, and hell, it’ll probably face more with your stepmother being… well, herself but still, they’re ready to face that head on

I said with a sad smile, as my mind drifted to the woman who supposedly gave a life. “You’re lucky,” I said, the word rolling from my lips easily, even

though my chest felt like it was constricting. “Because mine never did.”

The confession hung there.

My hands stilled over the pan for a moment before I flipped the eggs. The oil splashed a bit, causing the fire to flicker slightly, but all I could focus on was the feeling of being cold and hot at the same time, as my mind pulled open hoxe that I’d shut after years of therapy.

She didn’t move. She didn’t even push; she rather just watched me with that kind of quiet that makes it impossible to lie. I drew in a shuddering breath, as

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the sight of the red curtains came back in view…the smell of alcohol, cocaine, an sex which would hang in the air and never leave, regardless of how many times I cleaned the small room she occupied in the brothel.

“My mother,” I said finally, the name alone making my chest tighten, “she wasn’t much of a mother, more like a vessel used for birthing. The minute I was born, I’m pretty sure I was abandoned.” I said as I transferred the eggs from the man to a flat plate. I acted like my words didn’t bother me, like they didn’t have an effect on me. I needed to do something else now that the eggs were done so I grabbed a knife, more vegetables, and started chopping away.

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FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE.