Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 90

Chapter 90

KESTER

She was still standing there. She fucking stood like she could fucking fix me.

The fear in her eyes faded too fast, dissolving into something worse. Something sickly.

Concern.

What was she? Kasmine? My mother? Some fucking saint who thought she could put me back together, piece by piece, like it was her duty?

"Kester," She whispered, ignoring the blood dripping out of her face. She wasn't healing just yet. How would she heal when the pieces of glass were still in her flesh, and all the cared about was me?

She should have been backing away, pressing her hands to her wounds, pulling the shards out-something, anything.

But no, She stood there.

She wouldn't move. Wouldn't cry. Wouldn't flinch.

I wanted her to flinch.

I wanted her to stop looking at me like that... Like she could still see something in me that wasn't already rotting

Blood streaked down her cheek, down her arm, onto the floor-staining the fucking floor,

Like if she tried hard enough, if she held on long enough, I give a damn about something other than wanting to tear her apart.

She reeked of rotten desperation.

A muscle jumped in my jaw. My fingers twitched. My skin borned, too tight over my bones.

"Take a deep breath..." She said, and, fuck! No one told me june had become a therapist.

My breath shuddered out as I grabbed my phone from the table-fingers so tight around it my knuckles burned. And then-

CRACK.

The phone hit the wall. Pieces of it rained to the floor.

"Get. The Fuck Out." I counted my words through gritted teeth.

I took a step forward, and her whole body tensed. The stupid, desperate look in her eyes flickered, replaced by

terror.

Perfect

"Otherwise, your corpse won't even make it home for a funeral," I added coldly as

I took another step, and she sucked in a sharp breath, her throat working

"I'm.... I'm sorry..." She trembled so terribly.

grab her by her throat when

"Kester!"

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It was Kasmine.

shot through my veins like lee. I jerked, my

worried eyes frantically taking in the room-the shattered phone, the broken glass, the

a tremor in

My ste

My stomach dropped.

No. No, no, no

were younger. I lost control and ended up locked away behind thick walls, under cold lights, with white

Measured the depth of my

smiled, when I nodded, when I played

a little bit of therapy sessions would

that I had clawed my way out of

therapy, everyone thought I had passed every test and evaluation and that I was fine. Little did they know that not only did I kill

place, not healed or rehabilitated just better at

me like she could see past all of the facades I had been putting

see what lay underneath the

into fists at my

to

Never.

KASMINE.

in the wreckage of his room-the shattered phone,

Kester's looks scared me the

"Kester..." I called carefully.

about whatever June might have done to him. She was only unlucky to have been there at the wrong time and probably said

to think that I was afraid of him. I didn't want him to

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and to my surprise, he hurried toward me and, In

I felt a

yet he was so concerned about the same glass

I turned to June aid whispered to her, "Just go. I'l see you later." My words were accompanied by a

her tearful gaze when she saw Kester lift me off

wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my check

heart against my ear. "Breathe. You're not breathing."

heart is racing too fast, Mine... Are you scared of met He asked, wrapping his arms around me in a hug. He

I let him.

down, so I let him take what he needed if

wherever his

and I

my fingers tightening in the fabric of his shirt. "I'm not."

to always bring out the worst in me. That's why I never want anyone else around except you. "He said, and I

pressed against

he whispered. "I promised you

pull away, but he held on, arms tightening around me like a vise. "Kester," I murmured, tilting my head slightly. "I'm not the

grip tensed, his muscles bunching again like a storm

it's fine.