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.

hand to grab her by her throat

"Kester!"

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It was Kasmine.

through my veins like lee. I jerked, my momentum halting just before I reached June, my

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

a

My ste

My stomach dropped.

No. No, no, no

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 every breath

my

given them what they wanted-when I smiled, when I nodded, when I played their fucking game- they signed me off

a little bit of therapy sessions would finally

thought that I had clawed my way out

I was 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

that place, not healed or rehabilitated just

she could see past all

she could see what lay underneath the mask I had carefully had on all

hands curled into fists at my sides.

to be afraid

Never.

KASMINE.

breathed as I took in the wreckage of his room-the shattered

looks scared

"Kester..." I called carefully.

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 to have been there at the wrong time and

to mask the fear and worry curling inside me. I didn't want him to think that I was afraid of him. I didn't want him to think I saw him as a

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lump in my throat, I took careful steps toward him, and to my surprise, he hurried toward me and,

hurt yourself, Mine," he said, and I felt

had inflicted injuries on June's beautiful face, yet he was so concerned about the

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

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

around his waist, pressing

whispered, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against my ear. "Breathe. You're not breathing." I whispered, doing all I could to

arms around me in a hug. He breathed in my scent like a drug, exhaling, slowly and

I let him.

down, so I let him take what he needed

wherever his mind had

you?" He asked and I

in the fabric of his shirt. "I'm not." I lied, and he

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

forehead pressed

I hurt her," he whispered. "I promised you

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

again like

"But it's fine.