Chapter 12 BRINGING YOU HOME WAS A MISTAKE

Eliza s face was almost purple as she backed away from there, an imperfection I knew she d hate if she knew her face was that color.

Her words hit home, but I was fucking hurting, and it was my wounded hand that was causing me excruciating pain. I wished I could be put out of my damn misery.

However, I got a clue after looking at her face that she might have gone through my journal and had read those pages of my life which I was least interested to share with someone. I pulled her hand and took her upstairs to my room. I saw my journal lying on my bed opened. Then I was sure that she read all of it. I understood each and everything after that but didn t want to have a talk about all that shit, I had done in my past.

"I can t have this discussion with you right now, Eliza," I said through gritted teeth.