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.

lifted my hand to grab her by her throat when suddenly, the door slammed

"Kester!"

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It was Kasmine.

I jerked, my momentum halting just before I reached June, my

in the room-the shattered phone, the broken glass, the

parted, a tremor

My ste

My stomach dropped.

No. No, no, no

younger. I lost control and ended up locked away behind thick walls, under cold lights, with white coats monitoring every breath

Measured the depth of my supposed sickness

nodded, when I played

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

had clawed my way out of the dark, but they had

everyone thought I had passed every test and evaluation and that I was fine. Little did they

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

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

lay underneath the mask I had carefully had

fists at my

her to be

Never.

KASMINE.

of his room-the shattered phone, the blood,

scared me

"Kester..." I called carefully.

to start. 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 to have been there at the wrong

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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surprise, he hurried toward me and, In one swift

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

injuries on June's beautiful face, yet he was so concerned about the same glass piercing my feet?

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

in her tearful gaze when she saw Kester lift

wrapped my arms around his waist,

against my ear. "Breathe. You're

arms around me in a hug. He breathed in my scent

I let him.

him down, so I let

wherever his mind

He asked and I

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

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 muscles losing

pressed against

whispered. "I promised you

tried to pull away, but he held on, arms tightening around me like a vise. "Kester," I murmured, tilting my head slightly. "I'm not the one you should be apologizing

his muscles bunching again like a storm about

quickly added, "But it's fine.