If you leave me 8

Posted by admink, ? Views, Released on June 26, 2025

Chapter 8

Adam Crest has told me a lot of things since we met. Some of them were funny, some of them obnoxious, and some of them were just permanently stamped to my brain, impossible to forget. Like that day when we’d been watching bad TV shows and he’d started speaking out of nowhere. He did that a lot.

ed been looking at the screen the whole time, his arm wrapped around me and my head resting on his chest.

Hed

-Did you

feel it Layla? He’d begun, his thumb repeatedly brushing over my arm, Did you feel it when your heart sped up enatically? When your breathing became labored? When you lost track of the minutes as they flew by?….Tell me nower, did you feel it?… Because I did.

And as if on cue, his heartbeat suddenly sped up, the sound echoing in my ear.

Present Day

I slammed the door behind me, barely holding back a scream. My skin still burned from his touch, my lips still tingled from his damn mouth. What the hell was wrong with me? How could I have kissed him back?

“You’re a fucking idiot,” I muttered to myself, pacing the length of my tiny living room. “A pathetic, weak little idiot. You let him get to you. Again.”

1 yanked off my heels, hurling them one by one across the room. The first one hit the couch, the second bounced off the coffee table and skidded across the noor. Didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the boiling frustration clawing at my chest. It had been so long since someone had managed to get under my skin like that, and it was seriously messing with me. I was slowly starting to lose that strong grip I’d developed on my control, and I could feel traces of that old anger in my blood. The same one I’d manage to time.

And

it was all because of him!

1 needed water. Something to cool me down, because if I didn’t, I’d probably end up throwing something else, like my phone, which I was dangerously close to crushing in my fist.

I stomped to the kitchen, yanking open the fridge. The cold air hit my face, a welcome relief against my overheated skin. I reached for the water bottle, but before I could grab it…..

CRASH

Every muscle in my body locked up, breath strangled in my throat. My heart lurched violently against my ribs. The air around me suddenly felt thick, pressing down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake off.

“You’re useless! Can’t do anything right!”

“Just shat up and stay out of my sight!”

The words slammed into me like a brick wall, sharp and merciless, ringing in my skull like they were being screamed right into my ears. My fingers twitched at any sides, desperate to cover them, to block them out, but I knew it wouldn’t work. It never worked.

I sank to the floor, my back pressing against the cool fridge door, arms wrapping around myself as if that would somehow hold me together. My breaths came shallow, rapid, not enough, never enough. Why was this happening, I’d lasted months….

The room blurred, swallowed by shadows that weren’t really there. I could feel it creeping in, the familiar, paralyzing terror wrapping its claws around me. I squeezed my eyes shut, but that only made it worse.

“Useless bitch! Just shut the fuck up. Stay out of my

damn sight!”

The same words, over and over, looping in my head like a broken record. My stomach twisted, nausea crawling up my throat.

1 clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms. “Not real,” I whispered, barely audible over the pounding in my head. “Not real, not real, not real.”

But it felt real. The walls felt like they were closing in, the floor like it was tilting beneath me. My chest was so tight it hurt, like a pair of invisible hands were squeezing the air right out of my lungs.

I rocked forward, forcing myself to focus on the cool tiles under my fingers, the hum of the fridge against my back, anything to ground me. But the voices wouldn’t stop. They never stopped.

And for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t sure I could fight them off. This was somehow worse than the other times and I didn’t know why