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C h a p t e r S e v e n »»————> H e l p <————«« Sofia Warren
"Sofia?" I turn my head to his voice. His dark, startling voice, one I used to love, and crave to hear. What went wrong?
"What are you doing?" He takes wary steps toward me. I frown. I look down at my hands. A knife in one, the other empty.
I slice it across my wrist and stare at him. His face falters for a moment, his mouth falling agape as he looks at my now bleeding arm.
"I don't wanna live," I say.
"Sofia, give me the knife," He extends hand to me and I drop the bloody knife in his hands. He takes it and sets it in the sink and he walks over to me.
"Why's that?" He puts his hand to the small of my back as we walk to the sink, my wrist now under the warm running water.
"Because," I watch the blood run down the sink.
"I'm not taking that as an answer, you just slit your wrist in front of me,"
"I don't deserve to live," I blink.
"But you do... you are special,"
"Do you really mean that? Because I feel like this is just another game. A way of torture. Making me think I'm safe, making me feel the way you make me feel. Is this all a game to you?" I ask, but I don't give him time to respond. "I've gone four days without food and you have yet to notice. The past four days,"
"You think I didn't notice?" He scoffs. "Sofia, I notice. What do you want me to do? Cuddle you?"
"I wouldn't mind," I pull my arm from the water. He turns it off.
"You're impossible. You want attention I don't want to give!" He grabs the knife from the bottom of the sink. "Do you need me to do it for you? Do you need me to kill you, huh?" He spits coldly. He slams the knife into the counter.
"I love you Kai," I stare at him. He looks at me and shakes his head, before walking off, "Why can't you love me?"
***
"Sofia?" Ryder waves his hand in front of my face.
"Huh?" I look up at him. He looks between me and his boss who is apparently his father, who is 45, not 35. I think that was the most shocking news out of all of this.
We're sitting in his dining room now, Ryder gives me a puzzled look.
"Sorry, what?" I bring my focus back to them.
"Have you been listening?" His father asks. I nod.
"Okay," Ryder nods, "How do we know this is going to work?" He turns to his dad.
"Your brother would do anything to see her again, he would live in the walls here if he could," Ryder's father shakes his head. A look of disgust plagues his face. Brother?
