Sharp shrill

Andrea’s POV

I slammed my fist hard into the wall, my eyes brimming with so much hurt than I could fathom. My eyes took in Phoebe's steps as she stalked away, her shoulders raised so high like she had won this.

Letting out a huff of air, I ran a hand through my hair, wondering who exactly I was going to get her off my back. Was she dense or so stupid? She could ask for anything and I would hand it over to her, just in exchange for Eleanor's love.

I felt pain when Eleanor did, I could feel her innocence streaming through me when I had taken it, and although I had stopped myself from treating her so differently, it had taken all of me to do so.

Letting a wisp out of my mouth. I sauntered toward my office, raising the phone against my ears. “Phoebe” I spoke into the phone when she picked up.

“ Come over” I counted down to the hours that she would get in here with different proposals in mind.

The door cranked open announcing her presence and when our eyes met, all I felt was disgust.