#Chapter14

Not that type of girl

After hours of begging and excusing himself for those words he finally gave up and walked away from the door as I kept crying in silence this whole time, curling myself in a ball on the bed, between the silky white sheets.

I still couldn't believe that he was actually capable of saying those words...

My own brother, my own blood...

"Blake?"

Leila's soft tone called from behind the door, drawing my attention, making me quickly sit up, wiping my wet cheeks.

"Leila."

"Blake, can I come in?"

"Are you alone?"

"Yes, I swear."

"Good."

I got up and went to the door and...