Splintered Trust

Splintered Trust



Who cares if I fell in love too soon?

Who cares if I make rash decisions?

Who cares if the world sees me as blissfully naïve?

I don’t care, so why should anyone else? 

It’s my love to give, my decision to make, my chances to take. In the end, it’s my life to live and possibly my life to give. 



I stumble to the attached bathroom, regretting drinking so much soda. I nearly scream when I come back out and Leo is in the chair next to the desk. Has he been there the whole time? Watching me? I clutch my chest in an attempt to calm my nerves. He sits there watching me. I don’t know what to do. He doesn’t take his hungry eyes off me. My skin burns every place his gaze touches. Leo slowly rises from his seat and approaches like a lion stalks its prey. 

“My son thinks you are going to be his. He is sadly mistaken. You are going to be mine, and mine alone. He wants to make you his Queen. The thing is, in order to do that he would have to be the King. And…that’s me. The King. If anyone is going to make you a Queen, it’s going to be me,” he says as his breath passes across my lips. He quietly walks out of the room. The door closes behind him with a soft click. I slump down on the bed bringing my fingers to my lips. He didn’t touch me, but he might as well have. I squeeze my eyes shut and wish it all to go away. 

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