Chapter 105


    The hospital room was bathed in the sterile, fluorescent glow of overhead lights as I hesitated at


    the


    threshold. Fear gnawed at my insides as I stared at the closed door, beyond whichy the man who


    had tormented my life for far too long–Bruce.


    Visiting him in the hospital had not been an easy decision, and I questioned whether it was the right


    one. There was a sinking feeling in my chest, a fear that if Bruce survived, he would continue to


    gue my existence. But there was another part of me, a part that longed for closure and justice,


    that drove her to confront him onest time.


    With a deep breath, I pushed open the door and entered the dimly lit room. The sight before her


    was both shocking and eerily satisfying. Brucey in the hospital bed, still and motionless, his legs


    encased in casts that snaked up to his hips. The ident that had befallen him had left him


    incapacitated,


    vulnerable, and powerless.


    I had expected to feel pity when I saw him in this vulnerable state. After all, he was still a human


    being beneath all that. But as I stood there, watching him, I was surprised to find that pity was the


    furthest


    thing from my mind.


    Instead, there was a strange sense of detachment–a cold and unfeeling numbness. that had settled


    over me. Perhaps it was the weight of the years of torment he had subjected me to or the revtion


    of the depths of his cruelty. Whatever the reason, I couldn’t summon an ounce of sympathy for the


    man lying before me.


    I approached his bedside, my heart pounding in my chest. The temptation to walk away, to leave


    him to his fate, was strong.


    But I couldn’t let the opportunity pass without saying what needed to be said. I leaned over Bruce,


    my voice a low, venomous whisper.


    “You know, Bruce,” I began, my words filled with anger and resentment, “I used to be afraid of you.


    Terrified, even. But now, seeing you like this, I can’t help but think that maybe you’re just as weak


    and pathetic as I imagined.”


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    Bruce remained motionless, his eyes sealed shut, giving no indication that he could hear me. But I


    didn’t care. The anger that had been bubbling within was quickly leaking out.


    “I wish Timothy had finished the job,” I continued, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and


    sadness. “But your still here, still breathing somehow.”


    The room seemed to grow colder as I let my threats hang in the air. I knew that my words would


    never reach Bruce, that they were more for my benefit than his. But for a fleeting moment, it felt like


    a small victory–a way to exorcise some of the demons that had haunted me for so long.


    I reached for the hospital equipment beside Bruce’s bed, my hand inching toward the plug that


    connected him to life support. I knew that pulling that plug would be a final, irrevocable act, one that


    would end his days of torturing me, once and for all.


    But just as my fingers brushed against the plug, there was a light knock at the door. I didn’t have


    time to back away before a head popped in and I met the blinking eyes of one of the officers outside


    the door.


    I froze, my hand still hovering over the plug, my heart racing in my chest. The room was silent, save


    for the steady beeping of the machines that monitored Bruce’s vital signs. His gaze remained fixed


    on me, unnervingly curious.


    The tension was broken when he offered a crooked smile and nodded at Bruce. “Is he behaving?”


    I was at a loss for words, my mind racing to make sense of the situation. It was meant to be a joke,


    but the soft beep of Bruce’s heart meter made it more disconcerting. Even with him in aa, he


    still


    managed to have a hold over me.


    “Y–Yeah” I stammered, forcing a smile at the officer. “Not like he has a choice.”


    The officer’s smile remained and he chuckled lightly. “Just checking in. Didn’t expect any visitors.” I


    nodded. “Sorry. I’ll only be a moment,” I told him.


    When he closed the door, I released a sigh and turned back to Bruce. I gasped at what awaited


    me.


    Bruce’s eyes, previously sealed shut, fluttered open, revealing a cold and


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    calcting gaze that sent shivers down my spine.


    I froze, my hand still hovering over the plug, my heart racing in my chest. The room was silent, save


    for the steady beeping of the machines that monitored Bruce’s vital signs. His gaze remained fixed


    on me, unblinking and unnerving.


    I was at a loss for words, my mind racing to make sense of the situation. My anger and desire for


    revenge had driven me to the brink, but I had underestimated how determined he was, even when


    close to


    death.


    With a heavy heart and a sense of impending doom, I turned and left the hospital room, my


    footsteps echoing down the sterile corridor. I hade to confront Bruce, seeking closure and


    justice, but now, I was left with a chilling uncertainty. When I arrived home, Aria was waiting in the


    living room, her expression one of concern. She had a way of reading me, of sensing when


    something was amiss.


    “I haven’t seen you all day!” she eximed, tossing her magazine to the side.


    I kicked off my shoes and groaned, throwing myself against the door as it shut behind me. She


    seemed to interpret this as angst more than anything.


    “Oh, how did the one–night stand go?” she asked, her eyes narrowing inquisitively. “I didn’t see you


    come inst night.”


    I hesitated, my mind still reeling from the encounter with Bruce. The lie came easily, though it


    weighed heavily on my conscience. “It went well, Aria. Nothing to worry about.”


    “Ooo,” Aria replied, wiggling her eyebrows. “He must have really been something…”


    “He was,” I said vaguely, recalling how I’d nearly broken down when Harry touched me. He had


    been a good sport about it, fortunately, but that did little to case my


    worries.


    Aria smiled cheekily, tilting her head to the side. “Our little Evie is growing up!”


    Theugh that came out of me was breathy and pathetic. “I’m a full–grown adult,st time I


    checked.” “Yes,” she began, “But you’re a severely suppressed adult. It’s about time you got a little


    wild.”


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    “Right.” I grumbled, rolling my eyes. “I’m going to head to bed now.” She blinked wildly. “What? No


    details?”


    “Goodnight. Aria!” I called out to her, already exiting the room. Herugh followed me down the


    hall.


    Retreating to my room. I closed the door behind me and sank onto the bed, my thoughts consumed


    by the haunting encounter with Bruce. Just his unnerving gaze lingered in my mind like a dark


    cloud. I hade to confront him, seeking closure, but I had left with everything but.


    As Iy on my bed, my eyes fixated on the ceiling. I couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets


    Bruce held, what schemes he was capable of. The shadow of his presence loomed over me, a


    reminder that I was still entangled in his web.


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