Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2 Layna Snow (feel good books .txt) 📖

No, she wouldn’t stay, but she’d ask them to come. She’d beg them to come.

It wouldn’t matter if her parents never spoke to her again, or if people thought she was nuts. Love trumped everything. Except my sister.

Annie was the other half of her. She’d always been there when they were younger and these past few years felt like Sophie was just surviving, not really living. She needed to be there so that Annie could feel complete as she fought her way back to health.

Maybe then she’d come back.

Still doesn’t change how they feel.

Sophie sat up, not able to lay against Thane anymore. Not able to feel his warmth without also feeling the horrible guilt.

She lost either way.

The difference was that these guys didn’t need her, and Annie did.

I have to go. She typed, simply. There was no point in long drawn out conversations. It would only hurt worse.

Hurt her.

“No.” Adrian said, leaning forward to pick up his electric…stuff.

I need to be with my sister. With my family. She needed to make sure everything was fine and beg them to forgive her for not being there.

“You signed the contract. You can’t leave. We aren’t done with you.” He was mad, but she couldn’t care. Anger wasn’t love.

The contract is void. You can’t help me find the Devil. I talked to him. I did what I needed to. You didn’t help. That means that I don’t have to stay here.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, but she had no choice now.

“I don’t care. You can’t just stop a contract because you don’t want what you bargained for. You think people can just get rid of a client because they don’t need the money anymore? No, that’s why they sign the contact. You don’t get to decide to break it. Thane, back me up. She has two more weeks.” Was he pleading? She couldn’t tell. A part of her hoped. But she knew that her own desire colored the situation, like rose glasses.

You didn’t say Hell weeks. It has been way more than three Earth weeks. You didn’t specify, that means it’s open to interpretation. And that means that it doesn’t work.

Didn’t it? She wasn’t sure. She wasn’t a lawyer. She hadn’t even gone to college.

“Wait, that’s not how it works, Phie. You can’t just leave. I know you want to see your sister but it doesn’t matter. You made a deal and you have to stick with it! You’re staying!” His eyes were hostile, his voice hard. He even dropped his stuff on the floor to turn and face her.

She suddenly had all his attention. It wasn’t sexual. The intensity burned her non-the-less.

But this time it hurt.

So he wanted his plaything to stay. He didn’t want to give up on all that work? Poor little Sin doesn’t get his way this time.

She didn’t know what Thane was feeling, she was afraid to look.

Actually, she was afraid he wouldn’t feel anything. It was selfish and cowardly, but that was why she had stayed this long.

Besides taking some time for herself for a change.

She was terrified of telling them that she was going. What if they didn’t care?

At least Adrian seemed to want her to stay, even if it was because of a contact. And even if it did make things more difficult.

Why do you want me to stay, Adrian? She asked, hoping that he actually cared.

If he did, she’d invite them back with her. She’d make them come with her! She’d do anything to be with them. Anything but give up Annie.

“I’m not done with you. There are other things we haven’t tried. You think we were prepping your ass for nothing? We put work into this! We trained you! And you’re leaving? No. I should get out what I put in!”

Her heart dropped to her feet.

She felt it bleeding on the floor, leaving an empty hole in its place.

In the end, she was nothing but a body to him. He talked about her curves. He made her feel beautiful. But that’s all she was, a body he was attracted to. She was an object. Not a person.

And that hurt worse than anything else. To be viewed as something without wants, desires or wishes. To have all your emotions and goals just ignored because they didn’t matter.

People didn’t love objects, despite what anyone said, and to be thought of as less than a person was horrible. Devastating.

Instead of showing it—okay, so she was sure that she still showed it—she got angry. How dare he treat her like this! Like she was nothing to him! As if her love was just something to be stepped on!

You are a selfish prick! You only care about what you want! What about me? Do you care that I want to go home? That I don’t want to be here anymore? Does it even matter to you what I want? No! Because you are insensitive! You treat me like an object, like something you own. You can’t own a person! I deserve to leave if I want to! I have things out there for me. What’s here for me? Nothing.

She wanted to erase it as soon as she wrote it, but with Thane’s gasp and Adrian taking it away from her, she didn’t get a chance.

They weren’t nothing!

They were everything she ever wanted. She hadn’t even known that she had been missing this.

But she couldn’t take it back.

“You think that makes me want to let you leave? You think I’m going to stand for that? Sorry, sweet-cheeks, but that’s not going to happen. I’ll show you what we have for you! And it starts with punishment. You don’t make the rules!”

“Adrian.” Came the replay from behind her, and Sophie scrambled off the