2Likes CHAPTER056Sociopath CHAPTER056:Sociopath 444 *44 KNOX- Ifellrightintothattrap,letmyselfbeatrest,letmyselfbecometoohappy.Andnowthedreamsareback.
Itsthepriceofcomfort.Theconsequence ofpeace.
Idgoneoverayearwithoutthem.Twelvesolidmonthsofsilenceinmysleep,ofnotwakingupdrenchedinsweatorshiveringwiththetasteofbloodinmymouthorphantomscreamsstillringinginmyears.Ithought Idfinallyoutgrownit.ThatmaybeIdfoundtheanswer.
Hate.
Ithadworked.HatredforFinn.Forourfather.Forthe bastardsoverseas.Forthepimpsandpredatorswholoiteredinmyclubpretendingtobebusinessmen.Hatredkeptthenoisequiet.Keptthechaosburied.AslongasIkeptburning,Ididntfeelthecold.
Butthencame thiswoman.Thisgirlwhoworeherdamnglassestobedlikealibrarianwhogotlostandwanderedintomylife,askingtobedestroyed.Shedidntevenknowhowenchantingshelookedcurledupinmybed,clothedinoneofmyT-shirts,hairmussedandlipspartedslightlylikeshebelongedhere.Likeshehadalwaysbelongedhere.
Shesstaringatmenow.Throughthosegoddamnglasses.Withconcerninhereyes.
Andjustlikethat,itallcomescrawlingback.
Thesweat.Thephantomfists.Thegunshotthatneverstoppedechoing.Thefire.Theblades.Theheat.Thewhips.Thechains.The… Ipushoffthebedwithagrunt,myheartstillpounding,liketheghostofthedreamstillhasitsclawsinme.Myhandsareclenched,jawtight.Mymouthissourwiththetasteofhelplessness.
Imstepping outforasmoke,Imutter,alreadymoving.
Knox.
Hervoiceissoft,stillsleepy,butIheartheworryunderneath.Shepushesherselftotheedgeofthebed,legstanglinginthesheets,herbarethighscatchingthemoonlight.
Dontshutmeout.Talktomeaboutyourdreams.Letmesharetheburdenwithyou.
Ipause,notturningback.
Idontwantyoutoworryaboutmyproblems,Isay.Iknowthesolution.
Idontcareifyouhavethesolution,shefiresback.Iwanttoknowwhatthatwasabout.WasitPTSDfromthewar?Childhoodtrauma?Youhavetotellmesomething.
IdidsayIdontlikesharingabed.

YouthoughtIwasgoingtoletyousleepintheguestroom? Icouldhaveharmedyou.
Butyoudidnt.Youwouldnt.
Youdontknowthat.
Ido.
Theressomethinginhervoice,somethingthatmakesmeturn.Shessittingthere,chestrisingandfalling,hairamess,glassesstillon.
Youthinkyourethefirstpersonclosetomewithchronic PTSD?sheasks,eyesnarrowing.Thesethingsaremanageable.Wejusthave tofindaway.
Istareather.Shesnotgoingtostop.
Iwalktowardherandstandinfrontofthebed.Onehandliftstobrushhercheek,thendriftsdowntotraceherlips.Soft.Alwayssosoft.
Youknow,mybrotherwrotetomewhenIwas Herbrowslift.Hedid? Successfullyunlocked! damntime.
Mmhmm.
Healwaysgavemetheimpressionyouwerenotclose.
1/3 CHAPTER056:Sociopath Wewerent,Isay.Butyousee,mybrotherhasaparticularhabitwhenhefeelsguilty.Hedeniesthings.Eventohimself.So,toconvincehimselfhewas intheclear,hewentoverboardtobeextrabrotherly.Hewouldsendmetheseletterstokeepmeinformedandentertained,accordingtohim.Andalmostallofthem mentionedyou.The stalkergirl Hereyeswiden.Ifeeltheshiftinherasshetriestopullback,butIholdherjaw.
Ihatedthoseletters,Icontinue.ButIreadeveryoneofthem.BecauseIwantedtoreadaboutthesociopath.DidyoureallyshaveagirlsentireheadwhileshesleptbesideFinn? Sheslapsmyhandaway.Whathasthatgottodowithyourtrauma?* Igrin.Youknow,allthosestorieshetoldmeIthoughthewaslyingtokeepmeentertained.Butyouarecrazy,arentyou? Abeautiful,crazywoman.Somuchpassion.Somuchobsession.Andallthatwithsuchaninnocentface.Ishakemyhead,amazed.YoudontknowhowluckyIfeelthatIvechanneledyourpassiontowardme.Dontholdback.Ifyouwanttodoanythi
ngnuts,bemyguest.Turnthehouseupsidedown.Hackmyphonesandmycomputers.Stalkme.Shavetheheadoffofeverygirlwhocomesaroundmeorspikelaxativeinhercoffee.Idontcare.Idlovethat.Butjust dont trytofixme.Iamnotaproject.
Knox- Ipullawaybeforeshecanfinish,headingtothetallcabinetin thecorneroftheroom.IopenthedrawerandgrabapackofCubancigarsandtheslimsilverlighterbesideit.ThenIslidemyfeetintoapairofhouseslippersandwalkout.
Thenightairiscool,hummingwithcrickets.Iwalkpastthekitchen,throughtheglass door,steppingoutintothebackofthehouse.Itsquietouthere.Thefenceislowandwhitewashed,thegrassdampbeneaththemoonlight.Apairofwroughtironchairssitsattheedge ofthestonepatio.
Isettleintoone,strikingthelighter.Theflameflares,kissingthetipofthe cigar,andIbreatheindeep.Smokecurlsaroundmyface,warmandbitter.
ThisisthesilenceIcrave.Nodreams.Nopity.Justpain andnicotine.

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ButIhearher.
Barefeet.Softtreadagainstthewoodfloors.
Shecomesoutand standsbesideme,armscrossed,staringdownatmelikeImachildshesabouttodiscipline.
Itscoldout,Isay,notlookingup.Youshouldntbe outside,especiallywithbarefeetandnakedthighs.Likeyoucare.
Iglanceup.Shesglaringatme.
Ido,Isay.
Idontbelieveyou.
Goinside,Sloane.
Shetiltsherhead.Whodoyouthink youare?Mymaster? Ihavepossessedyouasmine,yes.
Didyou bumpyourheadandlandinatimewhentheworldwasstillpatriarchal?Youcanttellmewhattodo.Getyoursoftassinside.Iwanttobealone.
Shestepsinfrontofme.Herbodyblocksthemoonlight.
Makeme.
Thisisnottherighttime,Bunny.
YoucalledmeBunny.
Hergrinistriumphant.Iamgettingtoyou.
Justgoinside,youstubbornwoman! AndalthoughIseeitcoming,Idontstopherfromdoingwhatshesaboutto.
Herhandcracksacrossmycheek.
Thatsforcallingmeasociopath,shesays, breathshaking.

Ibitemylipandletaslowsmileform.Arentyou?Youdoknowwhatasociopathis,right?Orareyouindenial? Sheslapstheothercheek.
Saythatword again,Idareyou.
Sociopath? Smack.Again.
Gosh,Isay,laughinglow.Youregettingme sohard.
2/2 CHAPTER056Sociopath Youreafreak,Knox.
Oh,yeah?Arentyou?Ordoyouhatethewordfreaktoo? Shefoldsherarms.Youknowwhat,Knox?Youreright.Igetobsessedwithsolvingpeoplesproblems.Butyouknowwhatworsensit?WhenthepeopleIwanttohelpdontwanttobehelped.
Idragmyeyesfromher thighsuptoherface.Herlips.Thefirmsetofherjaw.Shedoesntknowit,butshesalreadyfoundthesolution.Temporary,maybe.Butitworks.Pain.
Andrightnow,Imsoharditaches.
Shemustseeitinmyeyes,becausethenextmomentshemovesclimbsontome,straddlingmylap.Shesstillwearingmyshirt.Onlymyshirt.Andhercoreishotagainstme.
Sheleansin,faceclose.Youreeithergoingtoletmeinorendureme.ButifyouthinkImgoingback insidewhileyou sitherewithyourbigcigarofthoughts,thinkingofwaysyoucanshutmeoutor,worse,breakupwithmeformyowngoodaftersnatchingmeaway fromyourbrother,youhaveanotherthinkcoming.
Youthinkmyplanistobreakupwithyou?Reallycute,Bunny.Imnotlettingyougo.
Sheplucksthecigarfrommyhandandplacesitonherlips.
Itmakesmesmile.
Sheinhales.Thencoughsdirectlyintomyface,sputtering.Thatsterrible.
Itsanacquiredtaste,Imurmur.Themoreyoutakeit,thesweeteritbecomes.Notlikeyouthough,sweetness.Youweresweetfromtheveryfirsttime.Sweetnow.Willprobablybesweetinyearstocome.
YouthinkImsweet? Ido.
Doyouwantataste?sheasks.
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