Chapter 77
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I was not angry at the world.
Hell I was angry at anything and everything from the air that we breathed to what was under the ground.
How dare he.
How dare he break my heart.
The audacity.
I could feel tears sting my vision as everyone on the table kept quiet and I felt my nails dig in the skin of my palm.
"I think we are done here" I said standing up grabbing my purse in the process passing past Landry who was sitting next to me.
He tried calling my name but Amala stopped him.
Honestly she did the right thing.
I was fuming. Ask me why.
I did not know because well how could she poke me like that.
Gritting my teeth I forcefully slammed the door of the jeep and started the engine.
On my way back I tried to calm myself. I couldnt stop the tears that fell from my eyes "damn it" I hissed out violently wiping them.
Breathing out I focused on the road ahead of me as I drove back to the house I was tormented to be into.
I had a feeling that I was going to break completly if everywhere I passed his cologne lingered.
Forcing my brain to think of where all this began I shook my head thinking of how peaceful I had lived for the last two years.
My parents did mention that what I was getting into had its consequences and one was that you never fully come out.
My head swirled back to the time I woke up to Amala sitting on my bed crying because her house had been trashed. I remember confronting her as I tried convincing her to try and comply with Jonathan about moving to his place.
The reason I was telling her was to keep her under control. Amala was lethal. That woman was deadly behind the facial expression of an innocent tiny woman. Amala was more deadly than I and the reason she cried was because she knew.
She knew she was going to get back to the life style she fought so hard so that it doesnt make her a shell of who she was.
The life style we both promised that we would never go back to.
That was why she cried. The reason she sobbed. She knew what was coming.
I on the other hand had hope which was shattered about three days ago.
I dropped the keys on the island as I made my way to my room.
I was so used to calling it my room I sometimes failed to notice that the room was under the roof of whoever caused all this in the first place.
I felt hate surfacing all over me.
Opening the door to my room I did not expect to find Josiah sitting there with his head in his palms.
My face immediately hardened after the sensation of shock left me.
His head lifted from his palm looking directly at me.
I silently hoped that he wouldn't notice that I was crying.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked looking at him and he had the audacity to be smart with me.
"I live here" he said looking at me and I I gritted my teeth wishing I had a gun at the back of my pants to blow his brains on the wall.
Turning on my heel to leave he immediately stood up as he pulled me into the room and closed the door.
I was ready to scream at him but I stopped in my tracks when I heard the clock of the door click meaning that it was now locked.
From outside.
"Don't kill each other" I heard Jaxon on the other end making me growl.
What was wrong with these men.
"Open the fucking door Jaxon or I swear I am going to cut off that toothpick you call a dick!" I said pounding on the door and Josiah watched me emotionless as I tried to threaten his brother.
I heard him laugh behind the door and the sound of his laughter getting more and more faint by time meaning that he left.
I pounded on the door harder.
My efforts went unnoticed or ignored in my case because soon enough I felt all the strength leaving me from the act of the strong woman I had kept on long enough.
I could feel my legs giving out making me slowly sit on the floor next to the door.
I was not ready to look at Josiah again. I did not think that I was going to ever be ready.
I needed to get out of here before i make a fool out of myself.
"Please get me out Jaxon. I am begging you" I said my knocking getting softer as I felt my heart ache from the fact that I was in the same room with Josiah.
I did not know if I couldnt hold on any longer without breaking down.
"Was this your idea?" I whispered now facing him from where I was sitting on the floor my back now facing the door.
Looking at him I felt the tears fall down now. Why was I acting like a full ass pussy infront of him again.
"Is this your way of punishing me?" I said scoffing but it came out more like a hiccup and the man sitting on the bed did not answer me.
I felt like an idiot once again.
"Answer me you motherfucker!" I exclaimed launching myself at him ready to attack him even though I couldnt inflict any harm in my already weak state but he was ready for me because he effortlessly caught me then held me into him as I cried.
Gosh could I embarrass myself even more.
I could feel myself silently shaking from the crying and the force of all that causing me to hyperventilate in his arms.
He did not say a word as he watched me break down from what he caused.
