Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel 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.

I had lifted my hand to grab her by her throat when suddenly, the door slammed open.

“Kester!”

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Chapter 90

It was Kasmine.

Her voice shot through my veins like lee. I jerked, my momentum halting just before I reached June, my body locking up.

She was breathless, her worried eyes frantically taking in the room–the shattered phone, the broken glass, the blood, June.

Her lips parted, a tremor in them.

My ste

My stomach dropped.

No. No, no, no

I never wanted her to see me like this. Not ever. Not after the Last outburst I had when we were younger. I lost control and ended up locked away behind thick walls, under cold lights, with white coats monitoring every breath I took

They poked. Prodded. Measured the depth of my supposed sickness like I was truly sick.

And when I’d given them what they wanted–when I smiled, when I nodded, when I played their fucking game- they signed me off as “stable.”

They thought I was better and that a little bit of therapy sessions would finally set me on track.

They thought that I had clawed my way out of the dark, but they had no idea…

And after a few weeks of therapy, everyone thought I had passed every test and evaluation and that I was fine. Little did they know that not only did I kill my therapist, I also drafted a report by her, stating that I was in a better condition.

I had walked out of that place, not healed or rehabilitated just better at pretending

And now Kasmine was looking at me like she could see past all of the facades I had been putting up all these years

Like she could see what lay underneath the mask I had carefully had on all along.

My hands curled into fists at my sides. My pulse pounded in my skull.

I never wanted her to be afraid of me.

Never.

KASMINE.

I didn’t even know where 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 time and probably said something she shouldn’t say at such a time.

I tried to mask the fear and worry curling inside 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 monster.

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I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my check against his chest.

“Kester,” I whispered, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against my ear. “Breathe. You’re not breathing.” I whispered, doing all I could to steady my racing heart.

It seemed to calm him down, so I let him take what he needed if it meant pulling him back from wherever his mind had gone.

“No, Kes,” 1 murmured, my fingers tightening in the fabric of his shirt. “I’m not.” I lied, and he knew.

“I’m sorry. She seems to always bring out the worst in 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 that tight coil of restrained violence, and his breathing became more controlled.