Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

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Abby

My body feels as though it doesn’t belong to me as I stalk to the breakroom. I

feel like a puppet on strings that have been cut, like my limbs are made of lead

and my body might give out from beneath me at any moment.

When I’m alone in the breakroom once again, though, I can’t contain my fury

any longer.

“Dammit!” The word explodes out of my mouth, and without thinking, I whirl

around and let my shoe connect with the wall. There’s a faint but satisfying

crack, and when I pull away, there’s a slight dent where I unleashed my rage.

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It’s almost laughable, seeing how small the dent is. It’s like my own body won’t

even do what I want, let alone the ingredients on that stage out there.

My mind is whirling with so many thoughts that I barely even register the door

creaking open. But then that venomous voice, that voice that I’ll hear in my

nightmares for years to come, slices through the air like an arrow whizzing past

my ear.

“Oh, Abby,” Daniel says, the sneer audible in his voice without me even having

to look at him. I can picture him without even turning around, that horrendous

corners of his lips. “Having a little

leaning on the counter, still not turning to

him.

he just chuckles. “What?” he says, coming closer now. “I’m

concerned, aren’t I?”

but it seems as

feel my resolve beginning to crumble. “Boy, that sure

You know, maybe it really should’ve been you dropping

would have saved you

my nails digging into my palms despite the

The pain anchors me, if only

of letting him

relentless as ever, his

fitting, isn’t it? You never

a—”

my eyes ablaze, my heart pounding in my chest.

he spits out next is vile,

little slut who belongs in the bedroom, not

culinary world,” he hisses.

of me. My resolve has crumbled;

distance between us, my eyes

my voice trembling with the force of my anger,

And an even worse excuse for a

smile only widens, that infuriating, cocky smirk

already won. “Struck a

tense. Before I can stop myself,

poised to

a rat,

only sabotaged me and Karl, but he laughed while

to spit slurs in my

flick down. He quickly glances at

see it—the flicker of doubt in his

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