Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

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

at the corners of his lips.

Daniel,” I hiss, leaning on the counter, still not turning

him.

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

concerned, aren’t I?”

decide not to respond, but it seems as though

beginning to crumble. “Boy, that

it really

would have saved you

fists, my nails digging into my palms despite the sting of where

earlier. The pain anchors me, if

of letting him

relentless as ever, his words dripping with

then again, it’s fitting, isn’t it? You never

a—”

to face him, my eyes ablaze, my heart pounding in

spits out next

stupid little slut who belongs in the

culinary world,” he hisses.

though something shatters inside of

distance between us, my eyes

my voice trembling with the force of

a chef. And an even worse excuse for a human

smile only widens, that infuriating, cocky

won. “Struck a nerve, have

in my arm tense. Before I

raised, my hand poised to slap him across the

He’s a rat, a cockroach, a stain on this

sabotaged me and Karl, but he laughed while doing it, and now

nerve to spit slurs in my face like it’s

flick down. He quickly glances at my raised

I see it—the flicker of doubt in his gaze, the realization that he may