His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (book series for 12 year olds .TXT) 📖

Gasping for air, I continued hitting it. My hands were sore, and my shoulders were aching, but I was unable to stop myself. This pain was nothing compared to the hurricane in my fucking brain. I was unable to think and act. She had fucked up my mind again. 

Why the fuck did I do this?  

Why didn’t I kill her? 

Who is she to me?  

She is nothing more than a source of my revenge and quenches my thirst. I wanted her to suffer. I wanted to be her nightmare. I wanted to scare the shit out of her. I wanted her to experience the same things I had been suffering in the past. 

“Shit!” I grumbled when I missed the bag and it directly hit my face. 

“Why are you hurting yourself?” I paused when I heard her voice. Camille walked up to me and grabbed my hand before taking off the white tape carefully. 

“Fuck off!” I hissed out and snatched my hand away from her. Turning around, I grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat. “I’m not Samuel!” I jeered. 

“I know…” she said, walking up to me. I could hear her approaching me. “You two are very different.” 

“Get the hell out of here!” I gritted out without looking at her. 

“Only when you let me help you.” 

“I don’t fucking want your fucking help.” 

“I know you are not stubborn,” she said and walked in front of me before she snatched my wounded hand again and worked on my finger. “Are you crazy?” She examined my sprained finger. My eyes went to her jaw mark and fingerprints around her neck. I felt a strange satisfaction to see her healthy. 

“Don’t try to act like I give a damn.” 

“I know you do,” she said softly and cleaned my hand with cotton.

“Shut up!” I jerked my hand away and walked off. 

“Who put medicine on my wound last night?” She shouted from behind and made me pause.

Rolling my eyes, I turned around to face her. “Do you really think I care about you?” I scoffed. 

“I think you are a good person, Martinez.” 

“Do you want me to burst your nose to prove my cruelty?” I sneered. She said nothing, kept watching me. “Let me clear you one thing, Miss Davidson. I decide when you live and when you die? I own you and I’ll never let you free from this nightmare.” I went closer to her, making her step back. “You’ll be dying every day.” 

“I’m sorry about the pain I caused,” she whispered before she twirled around and left me confused. 

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