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 suddenly, the door slammed

"Kester!"

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It was Kasmine.

voice shot through my veins like lee. I jerked, my momentum halting just before

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

lips parted, a tremor in

My ste

My stomach dropped.

No. No, no, no

like this. Not ever. Not after the Last outburst I had when we were younger. I

Prodded. Measured the depth of my supposed sickness like I was truly

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

better and that a little bit of therapy sessions would finally set me on

way out of

I was fine. Little did they know that not only did I kill my

had walked out of that place, not healed or rehabilitated just better

could see past all of the facades I had been putting up

underneath the mask I had carefully had on

curled into fists at my sides.

never wanted her to be afraid

Never.

KASMINE.

shattered phone, the blood, the

scared

"Kester..." I called carefully.

He was a trembling mess. His eyes were crimson red, and I could tell this anger wasn't just about whatever June might have done to him. She was only unlucky

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

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the lump in my throat, I took careful steps toward him, and to my surprise, he hurried toward me and, In one swift motion, lifted

yourself, Mine," he said, and I felt a pang of gullt hit my chest so

beautiful face, yet he was so concerned about

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

her tearful gaze when she saw Kester lift me off the floor,

his waist, pressing my check against his

rapid beat of his heart against my ear. "Breathe.

asked, wrapping his arms around me in a hug. He breathed in my scent

I let him.

calm him down, so I let him take what he needed if it

wherever his mind had

asked and I took

Kes," 1 murmured, my fingers tightening in the fabric of his shirt. "I'm not." I lied, and he

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

pressed

"I promised you I wouldn't. But I did. I'm

"Kester," I murmured, tilting my head slightly. "I'm not the

his muscles bunching again like a

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