Chapter forty-seven
Matt
Lying here, in Novah's arms, I'm trying to think of who might want to take her things.
Who doesn't like her? Who wouldn't like Novah fucking Nelson?
I mean, plenty of girls are clearly jealous of her and heaps of guys want to fuck her, but who would take her things?
Straight out of her closet.
Her fingers, combing through my hair, gently, soothingly. It calms me. The demons that are embedded within the walls of my body. My never-ending, racing thoughts. The poison that is slowly spreading through my body.
God, it's enough to make me forget about everything. All the fucked up shit that I've experienced. That I've felt. That I've inflicted.
It's enough to numb all the pain.
She's like a drug. You can never get enough.
And I don't know what I would do without her.
What I would do if I couldn't have her. Couldn't get, not even a single dose.
I sigh and take in her scent for the millionth time.
Oh fuck.
My eyes pop open.
I know who stole Novah's box. And I know why.
*Hey guys! Do me a favor and comment your theories on who you think took Novah's jewelry. Please! It really would give me a good laugh to hear you guy's theories because y'all will be QUAKING when you find out who did. And why......
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