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My stomach churned, and I felt sick. Bitter nausea built
in my throat, and I worried I was going to throw up.
Lila slammed her fist into my chest. It didn’t hurt. I
almost wished it did. “Say something, Maddox!”
“I’m sorry.”
“Oh, that’s rich.” She laughed, almost manically. “That’s
fucking rich. Go ahead, lie to my face, and then say you’re
sorry? Sorry for what, Maddox? Are you sorry for keeping
this secret? Or are you sorry you got caught? Are you sorry
because your friend murdered my parents that night? Or
are you sorry that you destroyed me and trampled all over
my heart.”
She stabbed a finger into my chest, punctuating every
word with a sharp stab. Again and again. Right over my
beating heart. “What exactly are you sorry for, Maddox
Coulter? For being a shitty boyfriend or for hiding the
secrets of your dear childhood friend, Christian?”
If only you knew…
But the truth wasn’t always easy or simple. The truth
held hidden layers, like an onion. The more you peeled it,
the harder it made you cry. The deeper you peeled it, the
closer you got to its core. The truth. The reality of it.
Acidic. Sour. Bitter. Pungent.
But the layers… the fucking layers were there to make
our life harder.
And so, my truth was just like that.
My hand came up again, before I could stop myself. My
fingertips skimmed over her jaw. Lila flinched but didn’t
pull away. She allowed me this one touch. “I broke your
trust, and I hurt you. I’m sorry for that,” I rasped gravelly.
“Aren’t you sorry for breaking your promises?” she
whispered.
My heart stuttered. “I didn’t…”
She smiled without humor, she smiled with cruelty. A
smile of disgust.