All The Lies

I thought love would rip my heart out.

I thought it would set me on fire.

Instead, it turned me into ice.

my body giving out as it starts to shake with the silent pain I’m working so hard to suppress.

I thought love would rip my heart out.

I thought it would set me on fire.

Instead, it turned me into ice.

“Kennedy Carlyle,” he says under his breath. “Un-fucking-believable.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to explain everything, but that coldness finally washes over me, stealing some of the pain as I close my eyes and search for it…beg for it.

Jake was right. Logan never would have chosen me.

He just proved it.

He didn’t even ask.

He didn’t even care.

You’ll shut the hell up right now, Lana,” he snaps, his eyes glistening with his own unshed tears. “I loved you. I cared about you. And you? All you fucking did was lie! You used me!”

I start to speak again, but he grabs my mouth, painfully pushing it closed. The worst thing he could do is what he’s doing now.

Silencing me.

It was the worst part of it all.

Being silenced, because no one wanted to hear.

Now the one person I’ve opened myself up enough to love is silencing me.

I grasp for anger; I search for the cold; but I’m greeted with nothing but more misery and tears as they cascade with too much freedom.

But he’s cold. He’s like ice. Yet says what I felt was a lie.

Tears pour from his eyes for a different reason than they fall from mine. Mine fall from ten years of anguish that I’ve suppressed. Ten years of hatred I’ve confined. Ten years of pain I’ve ignored.

This is the monster that led the charge, and he’ll die by my hands.

My tears fall for freedom.

They fall because he’ll no longer haunt my nightmares. I’ll lull myself to sleep with the memories of the screams he shares so freely.

We have a long way to go,” I tell him calmly. “And you’re going to be awake for all of it, even if I have to sew your eyelids open. So you choose if that’s necessary or not.”

“I’m the girl you thought you broke,” I say quietly, taking a step toward him as his body seizes in delicious fear. “I’m the girl you took too much from.” Another step from me, and a pained sound from him as he tries to stand, but falls back down in his haste. “I’m the girl you thought you killed.”

The secret to being a bore…is to tell everything.

—Voltaire

A tear trickles down my cheek when she bends, kissing my forehead in the old film. She was the best at this role. It was the same play every year, and my mother spent three of those years on that stage because people were entranced by her voice and emotion.

She should have been an actress and spread the same love and joy throughout the world with just her smile.

I used to want to be just like her.

Until them.

Until they ruined me and turned me into this

Touch him again, and I’ll burn the town to the ground with everyone still in it.