XVII

I put my hands on my lap. Squeezing each other with anxiety and fear. Terror is increasingly taking over me. It's like a storm in the middle of a calm sea inside me, attacking suddenly and making the coast agitated. Swept all over the sand surface when it made high waves.

I am the sand, and he is the storm.

I'm not a girl who wants to be saved or wants revenge. I just want to forget and put it behind my life. But I couldn't because Nicholas had burned down the entire gas station. There will always be charred remains—and maybe a corpse—to remind me. I didn't see the cashier come out. He's a disgusting bastard, but does he deserve to be burned to death?

My throat choking.

I swallowed as the pain turned into something tangible that tormented me. The tightness in my chest and pain is not carelessness. My body is limp and helpless. Watching someone else take their life was the last thing I wanted. But with Nicholas, who will soon be a member of my family.. it always will be happen. Bloodsh