Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

distance fading away. My hand shook with the knowledge that
at any moment I could cut him.
Deep.
He would deserve it. After what he did to me…
After being everything I craved and needed, he made me
fall in love with him, but come to find out, I’d fallen for a lie.
A boy who treated me badly and found out how easy it was to
hide right under my nose and get me to fuck him. Did he laugh
about it after with his friends? Did he have fun?
My eyes pooled with tears as I shaved another strip, the
tension in my hand making it ache as I gripped the razor so
tightly.
How could he lie like that? The way he was… The words,
the kissing, the shower, the way he held me and acted so sad
sometimes, the desperation in his body when he took mine
over and we were lost in the heat and the need to feel each
other…. How could he lie so well? Young girls weren’t hardhearted.
He had to know how easily I would fall. Did he think
it would be funny when he got my hopes up and played with
me like that? Did he laugh at how pathetic the little blind girl
was to think he loved her?
He sucked in a short breath, and I stopped, my tears
threatening to spill over as I realized I’d cut him.
He didn’t say anything, though, and he didn’t move. I sat
there, my hand in mid-air under his chin as I waited. I actually
hadn’t meant to do that. Was it bad?
I heard him swallow and then he said, “Keep going.” But it
came out as a whisper.
I blinked away the tears and loosened my grip, trying to
relax.
“What’s all the noise downstairs?” I asked him.
“Extra security.”
“To keep me locked in?”
“To keep you safe,” he corrected in a coy tone.