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.

my hand to grab her by

"Kester!"

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It was Kasmine.

jerked, my momentum halting just before I

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

lips parted, a tremor in

My ste

My stomach dropped.

No. No, no, no

see me like this. Not ever. Not after the Last outburst I had when we were younger. I lost control and ended up locked away behind thick walls, under cold lights, with white coats monitoring

poked. Prodded. Measured the depth of my supposed sickness like I

they wanted-when I smiled, when I nodded, when I played their fucking game- they signed

I was better and that a little bit of therapy sessions would finally

had clawed my way out of the dark,

fine. Little did they know that not only did I kill my therapist, I also drafted a report by her, stating that I was in a

out of that place, not healed or rehabilitated just

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

see what lay underneath the mask I had carefully

hands curled into fists at my sides. My pulse

to be afraid of

Never.

KASMINE.

I took in the wreckage of his room-the shattered phone, the blood, the tension so

scared

"Kester..." I called carefully.

were crimson red, and I could tell this anger wasn't just about whatever June might have done to him. She was only unlucky to have been there at the wrong time and probably said

want him to think that I was afraid

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

I felt a pang of gullt hit my chest so

he was so concerned about the

go. I'l see you later." My words were accompanied by a silent plea with my eyes, and thankfully, she

when she saw Kester lift me off the floor, would haunt

my arms around his waist,

his heart against my ear. "Breathe. You're

wrapping his arms around me in a hug. He breathed in my scent like a drug, exhaling,

I let him.

seemed to calm him down, so I let him take what he

wherever his

you?" He asked and I took

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

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

forehead pressed

her," he whispered. "I promised

like a vise. "Kester," I murmured, tilting my head slightly. "I'm not the one you

again like a storm about

added, "But it's fine. You can do that