I Told You, You're Mine

By: Heather C. Adams

“I’ll bring you some,” her voice trails up from below.

I gather enough strength to walk lopsided down the hall and fall on Avery’s doorway, peering in at the topsy-turvy room, void of her presence.

I push off the wall, stumbling down to my room. My legs feel like steel beams as I pick them up over and over until I finally find my bed and fall over it. My eyes close and the room spins.


“Blade dear, water,” Liza’s pitchy voice lingers in the room and when I crack my eyes open I can barely make out her figure.

I prop myself up and hold my hand up to take the water, “Liza?” I almost forgot it was her.

“Yup. Drink up and take these,” she pushes two pills into my lips tipping the water in as well.

I swallow and fall back on the bed, “You need to get out of here. Avery-“ I forget what I am going to say as I hear my phone ring. I can’t remember where I put it.

Liza reaches into my pocket and pulls it out. I close my eyes again. The fucking room won’t stop spinning.

“Uh-huh, I’ll take care of him. Don’t you worry. I’ll be here all night”

Archer, that’s got to be him checking on me.

I try to lean up again, “I’ve got to call Avery,” and then everything is black.

Chapter 5


“Uh-huh, I’ll take care of him. Don’t you worry. I’ll be here all night.”

Liza’s words haunt me as I hang up the phone and stand in my dark living room stunned. My body is frozen, my mouth hanging open. Why is Liza there? Why didn’t Blade answer? Did he take her since I couldn’t go?

There’s no way, right?

He knows what Liza tried to do to us. What she said about us, about me. I start to pace the room. There’s no way he would do this to me. He loves me. I know I felt his love.

Pain soars through my body and I double over on the chair moaning.

“No, there’s no way!” My voice fills the room.

I have to call him again.

I do and it goes straight to voicemail.

“Ahhh!” A pain comes roaring out of my chest that I can’t control and tears begin to sting the corners of my eyes.

My phone dings with a text. It’s Blade.


Busy? He fucking text me busy? My heart drops to my stomach as I throw my phone down and grab my face with both my hands.

He’s busy screwing her...

Oh my God, my body wants to fall over in pain. I love him! How could he do this to me? My breath becomes labored and I grab my chest as tears flow like a waterfall down my face. I grab the pillows from my couch and throw them, growling in rage.

“What the fuck!”

After everything…I finally gave in, gave us a chance, and this happens? Was he just trying to get in my pants? Brave the conquest of screwing me again? Terrible thoughts come flying at me from every direction relentlessly, making me feel absolutely crazy. All I can think about is Blade and Liza naked in bed together.

Oh God, it hurts so bad. I slide down in front of the couch, into a ball on the floor, and wrap my arms around my legs, I cry…harder than I’ve ever cried. Harder than when my mom died because this…this was an absolute betrayal of the one person I thought I had left.

I can’t move out of my ball, I can’t even think of talking, moving, anything. I just sit there until I can’t sit anymore and then I lay there…crying. I cry myself to sleep.


I wake up on my couch the next morning and feel the weight of my swollen lids. And then the pain soars through my chest again and bangs down to my stomach. I fold my legs up to my chest again and with a heavy heart, my mind goes to Blade…and how he betrayed me last night.

The gravity of what he did to me comes at me like a hurricane. He played me…and I won’t be played. He apparently doesn’t know me that well because I’m not the meek little girl he once knew. I’m strong and independent and I don’t need him or his fancy things.

I’m done. I can’t be with him ever again. I’m done with Blade McIntosh and the McIntosh family. It’s just me now.

I’ll be sending the keys to the car back. I don’t want it.

Chapter 6


Holy shit my head has a damn bell ringing in it. I reach up and grab it trying to calm the incessant pain and roll up to sit on the edge of my bed. I look at my watch. Fuck, it’s 9 am.

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