It hurts to look at you.
One, two, three, four, five . . . the lyrics to the hell inside your OCD head.
You’re broken, Amy. I did this. Can’t undo that.
Six years ago, I played a cruel joke on you in front of the whole school. I ripped your heart out.
Now, I’m back to fix what I broke. I’m a psychologist, Amy. I can give you back the happiness I stole . . .
It’s all a lie. I’m not a shrink.
So what. She doesn’t get a choice.
So what if I make her attend my fake therapy sessions, keep the truth hidden.
So what if I get her addicted to my body like a painkiller, make her wish me dead.
I’m not the hero. I’m the monster. The orphan boy gone bad. Cursed, everything broken.
So what, when I discover a secret that makes her every inch off-limits, I won't keep my hands off her.
Her bones are made from emeralds, she’s that precious.
I won’t stop chasing her until she’s mine.
But Amy is a pretty little liar, too.
Only one of us is telling the truth.
So bloody what. Nobody’s gonna believe her over me.
It’s her word . . .
. . . against MINE.
You’re in a bad place, Amy, where the monsters go. But it’s only in the bad places . . . I can get to you.
Disclaimer: No cheating — this alpha-hole keeps it in his pants.
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