His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall)

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 214 — Azalea POV I could feel every beat of my heart through every pulse point in my body. I could hear it in my ears as the scent of her blood wafted to my nose. I follow her scent and the blood drops on the floor before finding Abbie soaking wet and lying on the bathroom floor, her ear pressed to the tiles as she stared vacantly at the bottom of the sink basin. "Abbie?" I whispered, my heart breaking at the sight of her. I hadn't seen her like this in ages. Not since she first returned home and before was after what the butcher did to her. Abbie doesn't answer, and I watch a tear slip down her cheek. When I saw Gannon, I had first thought he hurt her, and I am sure he did, but not in the way I first thought. I thought he m******d her, but the moment I stepped into the bathroom, I realized she had hurt herself. She had been through so much, and everyone breaks, though I didn't think it would ever be Gannon that would cause her to snap. We were all waiting for it. I knew it would eventually come because at some point, everything weighing us down and suffocating us becomes unbearable. We just dealt with it in different ways. Kyson, with his drinking, me with the way I shut down and turn everything inward. Liam with his sick games of torture and then Abbie. Abbie always fights hers because there is no comeback from the sort of vice she fights, and that is d***h. I kneel on the tiles before lying down beside her, resting my head on the tiles beside her. She blinks at me, and by the hollow look in her eyes, I knew she was somewhere else, somewhere far away. A place that lives inside us and haunts us, plagues and destroys us, the past. “She slit her wrists in the bathtub. I found a bottle of wolfsbane beside her. She drank it so she wouldn't heal, I had no choice,” "Wolfsbane? Where would she get that?” I ask him, but I see him shrug. “I never got a chance to ask her,” he replies, and my eyes flick back to her distant ones. I grab her wrists, seeing the long thick scar running up each one, now closed, but by the thickness, I knew they were deep. I s*****w and lift her hand, kissing her fingers. “Come back to me, Abbie,” I urged, but she just blinked. So instead, I lay beside her, holding her hand and reminding her of every good little memory we shared. Talking to her just so she knew I was here until she returned to us. Hours I laid on that floor, hours Gannon remained next to the bathtub, and I could feel Kyson nearby, yet couldn't hear Tyson, so I figured Clarice or Liam had him. "Abbie?" I whisper, and she blinks. “More than my life,” I whisper for the hundredth time today, only this time she reacts, and her eyes move to look at me. "We made a pact. You need to come back to me, Abbie, or I will come with you. No matter where, I will come with you. Remember that. ” she shakes her head. “You don’t want to go where I have been. The things I have seen, the things they did,” she whimpers. "What they did, Abbie. They can't hurt you anymore. I won't let them. Gannon won't let them. They aren't coming back. They are gone. Everyone from the past is gone. They are d**d. We are still breathing, so don't let them win,” I tell her. “They already did. They don't have to live with what they did, but I do, and I will live with it for the rest of my life. I will live with it, not them, me. And me living with it makes them live with it. I can't do that to Gannon and Tyson, don't you get it? I can't, Azzy.” she says, sitting up. Her eyes b****d with rage. “I don’t want to live with it. I don’t want to force them to live with it!" she screams at me. “I can't, I can't,” she breaks, and I s**k in a breath when she suddenly loses it. Share More From The Web . .