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

of his lips. “Having

I hiss, leaning on the counter, still

him.

just chuckles. “What?” he says,

concerned, aren’t I?”

to respond, but it seems as though that doesn’t satisfy Daniel.

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

know, maybe it really should’ve been you

have saved

nails digging into my palms despite

earlier. The pain anchors me, if

of letting him

relentless as ever, his words

fitting, isn’t it? You never belonged

a—”

him, my eyes

he spits out next is vile, demeaning,

a stupid little slut who belongs in the bedroom,

culinary world,” he hisses.

as though something shatters inside of me. My

I close the distance between us,

trembling with the

chef. And an even worse excuse for a

widens, that infuriating, cocky smirk of

“Struck

I can stop myself, I’m stepping closer,

my hand poised to slap him across the

a rat, a cockroach,

sabotaged me and Karl, but he laughed while doing

nerve to spit slurs in my face

down. He quickly glances

I see it—the flicker of doubt in his gaze,

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