Reckless Hate: A Bully High School Romance (enemies-friends-enemies-lovers-enemies) (Westbrook Blues Book 1) by Thandiwe Mpofu

Author:Thandiwe Mpofu [Mpofu, Thandiwe]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Thandiwe Mpofu
Published: 2019-09-10T05:00:00+00:00

SILENTLY, ACE OPENS the passenger door of his car for me and gestures for me to get in. I’m not about to fight with him, not when he is in this state. Not when I’m in this state either.

When I’m settled in the luxurious seat, he leans over and secures my seatbelt but doesn’t move away until I turn my head back only to find his gaze waiting on me.

Is he going to kiss me again? I want him to kiss me again, I’m almost panting with the need but instead, his gaze drops down to the pendant around my neck.

Something in his eyes change, his nostrils flare and then he cups my cheek, bringing my face closer to him.

We gaze into each other’s eyes but for us it has never been hearts and flowers, it has never been the rainbow and the fucking colors. For as long as I can remember with this very boy in my childhood, both of our eyes have held trauma, have held pain, mayhem, chaos, confusion.

And an understanding of each other.

Only now, it’s all grown and morphed into unprecedented measures. He still gives me chills. I’m still fucking scared of him but now, now my brother is gone and things are different. A lot happened here and we are both different.

He is studying me so carefully, very much detailed and thorough. I know we are not on the same page here. Even though Ace has never lied to me, I know for a fact that he won’t be forthcoming with the answers I need. I know he will keep a chunk of knowledge away from me and that pains me. It pains me to know that he doesn’t trust me with the truth.

No matter how much he can try to mask it, I can see the distrust in his eyes. He doesn’t trust me. And while the feeling is the same for me to him, it hurts knowing he feels like I betrayed him. There is hurt, there is anguish in him—and in me.

They say time heals all wounds, that’s a fucking lie. Time worsens wounds. Time rots wounds, time corrupts, time disintegrates. Time kills, time never forgives and time never forgets.

Anguish. We are intricately linked together by anguish. It might be unknown in it’s true nature but he isn’t a fool, he knows it’s there. I wonder if he knows what happened to me. . .

I’m still trying to figure his anguish though. And over time, my issues—my anguish—have grown bigger, and so has his—whatever those are—it's all in his eyes, and in the way he touches me.

Everything feels painfully real and so damn blue.

I lift my hand softly and cup his cheek, the one I hurt before and caress it again as softly as I can. I apologize with my eyes because I know he doesn’t want my words right now.

I can see the calculating gleam in his eyes as the gears shift in his head. My tears might have dried but the way he is looking at me right now, I swear it feels like my tears are still falling.

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