Until We Fly (Beautifully Broken 4)

One way or another.

Out the window, I watch the ocean. It crashes against the shore, while sail boats and paddleboards ride the waves. Everyone out there is carefree and happy. Everyone out there is normal.

In here, I’m tainted and twisted and used.

But it all ends today.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Brand

I stare down at the wings of the plane, as we descend through the clouds and toward the ground.

I can’t focus on anything, other than Nora’s face the other night.

Her eyes had been so wide, as she’d looked at me in the dark. As I’d entered her, she’d sighed so soft, and then whispered into my neck.

Make me good, Brand.

Her words were so quiet that I don’t even know that she meant to speak.

But the words twist and turn in my heart right now.

Make me good.

Because she thinks she’s not. She thinks she’s used.

Unworthy.

Because of whatever that fucking asshole has done to her.

Make me good, Brand.

I grit my teeth and squirm in my seat. I need to get to her. Now.

She’s everything good in the world. She just doesn’t know it.

And I will fucking annihilate him if he’s touched her.

He’ll beg for mercy.

And I will not give it to him.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Nora

My spine is ram-rod straight as I wait.

As the clock ticks the minutes past.

The seconds.

The moments.

This summer, there just wasn’t enough time with Brand. It all ticked past so fast. And now that I’ve left him, the seconds are coming so slowly, passing like razor blades on my skin, achingly, wretchedly slow.

I can do this.