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Gareth doesn’t exactly have the easiest personality to deal with, and while he’s been smiling more around me and he’s behaving himself—even trying to pamper me with gifts—he’ll go fucking ballistic at this. If he wants to stab me, so be it. And I mean it. If he wants to rip my heart out like he promised, I’ll just stand there and let him take it. The phone vibrates in my hand and a jolt zaps from my arm straight to my chest when I see his name flashing on the screen. Little Monster. The cloud of suffocation eases, and the demons retreat to the shadows, one by one, their ugly forms immediately disappearing at his presence. I’ve always felt a form of disturbing comfort with him, usually after I fuck the life out of him. Last night, when he nursed me back to health when I got sick due to the side effects of Julian’s meds, I felt the same warmth I’m feeling as I look at his name. Maybe I should ditch afternoon classes, call in sick or something. Because I’ll feel like I’m suffocating as so