NATALIE

A lump lodges in my throat as I find myself lost in his eyes. This is so fucked up. He is hurting. I am hurting. We both are hurting from inside. And now, we are hurting each other.

“ Ryker. Please. This is not what I want… ” I trail off, lifting my hand to touch his face. “ This is not what I want at all. ”

Ryker grips my hand right when my fingers come in contact with his smooth skin.

“ Then what is it that you want from me? Tell me! Tell me so I can do it and end this headache screwing me over all the time. ” Ryker seethes, his eyes flashing between colours.

The weight on my chest becomes heavier, deadlier. His grip over my hand tightens until it starts hurting.

“ I want you to tell me that I am important to you. Or — or that I am not just some thing you can use. Or I am not here with you to become a child birthing fucking machine for you that you are planning to dump as soon as you are done with it! ” Tears leak out of my eyes again, disappearing in my hair.

Anger flares