บท 22: Chapter 22 - Kiema

I was afraid to look up at him. He'd never let me look inside him now. Never let me touch him again. Damn it. It was my body, my choice. I should get to make the decision on how I lived and died.

My resolve hardened. He could take it or leave it, but I was the one in control of my own life. For the first time. Forever. No one else would get to make those decisions for me. Not ever again.

I looked up, determination blazing in my eyes.

He looked like he wanted to kiss me, vomit, and scream at me. All at once.

A giggle escaped me. I slapped a hand over my mouth, eyes wide.

His dark blond eyebrows dropped low over his eyes. "What the fuck did you just say?"

I repeated it. This time, I said it with strength.

I was the master of my own life. I'd heal as many fucking people as I want, and everyone else can just suck it.