(The Right Kind of Wrong, Book 3)
SPOILERS FOR THE RIGHT KIND OF WRONG
After years in jail and endless guilt, Hannah Carson has a new shot at life. What will she do when she realizes that nothing is how it was? She has to start over; from having eve...
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Hannah
It had been months.
Months since I'd seen him.
Months since I'd heard his voice.
It had been many, many months alone.
I forgot how to speak, forgot how to think. I didn't know what I wanted to do.
My mind, oh, my mind told me to ball my fist and punch him as hard as I could. My mind was furious, and eager to cause him as much pain as he'd caused me. My mind wanted to tell him exactly what I had been through since the day he turned his back on me. It wanted me to yell and to tell him what a complete and total dick he'd been to me. My mind...my mind hated him for his betrayal because he betrayed me. He turned his back on me when I'd done nothing but try time and time again to prove my worth. All he'd done was belittle me. No - worse - he'd lifted me up, only to send me face down to the ground. He'd broken me. I had to find the pieces he'd torn apart and had to try to get them back together.
But my stupid heart and body wanted to run to him.
Funny, how after so much pain and resentment my mind held, my heart could still find endless reasons to forgive him. It wasn't fair because I didn't want to feel it. I didn't want to want him. I didn't want to love him.
It's kind of heart when the man standing in front of you is the father of your children.
My children.
Blake placed his hand on my lower back, leaning in close to my ear. "Do you want me to get him out of here? I can get him out of here if you want." Hatred poured through each and every one of his words. After all, I wasn't the only one hurt by Derek's decisions.
"No need," I heard Derek say, his tone quiet. "I'm not here to argue. I just want to talk to you, Hannah."
He didn't turn around, and once again, I couldn't speak. His voice...Jesus, his voice. I hadn't heard him in so long.
I couldn't imagine what it would be like to look him in the eyes. What would I find there? Hatred? Respect? Would he be as confused as me? Would I still find the love he once claimed to have for me?
Or would I find lies?
Blake seemed to tense next to me, my lack of any reaction worrying him more than it should. I realized I had to speak, and so I did.
"It's fine," I said softly.
It was like my voice triggered something in Derek because it was then that he decided to turn around. It took everything for me not to gasp, for me not to melt then and there. His gaze was as intense as ever; green eyes speaking louder than words, full of so much he couldn't hide the mixture of emotions he felt at seeing me for the first time.
