Destroy Me Gently:Ex-Enemy Becomes My Lover! Chapter 30: Restless Hearts

Chapter thirty

**Kieran Morrison**

’You don’t really hate ...’

’You only need soone to share your grief...’

The words kept blaring and tearing down the last of my sanity. They just wouldn’t stop echoing in my head no matter how hard I tried to quiet them.

"Shut up!" I growled aloud to bring an end to it.

He had been fucking wrong! I hated him more than anything he could ever imagine. How dare he assu my feelings?

’Then why haven’t you really hurt all these years?’ his soft whisper taunted my mind and a harsh heavy pants escaped my nostrils. I dug my nails tightly into my palms, threatening to pierce the skin until blood ca. It was a minor distraction from the conflicted feelings which I didn’t want to recognize, but they kept simring in my veins.

I needed sothing much stronger. I searched my drawer for a cigarette. A smoke was what I really needed right now.

Fuck. It was empty.

I searched frantically through my wardrobe. There must be so laying around sowhere. I was growing even more agitated with each passing second.

I found nothing.

An irritated growl rumbled from my throat as my gaze scanned around my room for the first ti since I had walked inside. It was neatly arranged. She must have entered while I was gone.

Did she also touch my stuff? Was she responsible for my missing cigarettes?

The thought sent a sharp spike of anger through . My irritation and annoyance were at their peak.

I just needed to shatter sothing.

I exited the room and hurried downstairs. I t her in the kitchen. She appeared to be searching the cupboard for sothing.

A smile curved on her lips the mont she spotted standing by the doorway.

"Kieran, you’re bac—"

"How dare you enter my room and put your hands on my belongings!" I snapped, cutting off whatever she was about to say.

I approached her with a stone cold expression.

"Those things aren’t good for your health, Kieran. So I decided to get rid of them," she replied in a casual tone that made sothing in snap.

A burst of bitter laughter escaped my mouth. Her words were the funniest thing I’d heard all day.

"Not good for my health? You don’t need to fucking pretend you care! Besides, if I die today it will serve you and Dad’s advantage perfectly. Then you can handle your businesses without a troubled son to rember!"

A look of hurt passed across her features. I knew it very well to be fake. I wondered why she even bothered. It wasn’t as though it would change anything.

"Don’t say such terrible things! I already lost a daughter. I won’t lose another child!" Her voice cracked slightly. "I’m still your mother, and I do care about you, even though you don’t believe that."

My fists clenched at the way she ntioned "another child."

Why was she so hypocritical and deceiving? I wasn’t blind all those years ago. She had never even for one day regarded Ginny as a daughter. She had only been adopted to fulfill their righteous and kind public image. This would be the first ti I’d heard her ntion Ginny after so many years.

It had been so long, I thought she had forgotten.

"Don’t fucking ever touch my things again!"

I turned to leave but stopped midway. I regarded her with a hostile gaze.

"And if in your head you sohow think you’re here because of , you can go back to wherever the hell you ca from. I don’t care!"

"Don’t talk to in that tone! You need to show so respect. I still gave birth to you."

Why did she always ntion that fact? It was a reality that I despised more than anything.

"I guess I have to be grateful about that. Thanks Mom. Satisfied now?" I taunted.

I turned around and stord off without a backward glance. I could hear her voice calling after to co back.

For what precisely?

The mont I stepped outside, I inhaled deeply, stuffing my lungs with much needed oxygen. Their presence was always so suffocating. Choking. Agonizing.

The few tis they’d ever returned ho were always spent in fights and argunts. That was until they decided I was too troubleso to be around.

This ti shouldn’t be any different.

Hell. I just wanted to be fucking left alone. Why couldn’t they understand such a simple basic thing?

But even as I walked away, I could hear sothing in her voice that I’d never heard before. Sothing that sounded almost like... genuine pain.

No. I wouldn’t let myself think about that. She didn’t get to hurt now. She didn’t get to care now.

Not when it was too late.

Not when Ginny was already gone.

-

I banged loudly against the door. The mont it slid open, I shoved my way inside, not caring if Vince might have visitors.

He did so illegal jobs. It was common for so of his gang mbers to pay visits.

The house was empty. I guess it was my lucky day. Or so I thought.

"What are you doing here?" Vince asked as soon as I plunged myself onto the sofa. Where the hell did he appear from?

He regarded with a curious look, but said nothing. He could always guess whenever there was sothing off with .

"You have so beer?" I muttered under my breath. He left that instant, presumably to get my request.

He returned a mont later with two cans, one of which he threw in my direction.

"I think I’ll be crashing at your place for a few days," I stated, taking huge gulps.

Just like , his father—who was my father’s brother—was never around. His mom had passed away a long ti ago.

He was quite the loner. Almost exactly like , only he didn’t have parents who upset and irritated the hell out of him.

"What happened?"

I raised a brow at his question. He had never bothered to ask before.

"Just the usual thing. Want to play a ga?" I offered, trying to steer away from the topic. It was sothing I didn’t want to talk about, but he wasn’t having it.

"Don’t give that. What the hell happened to you? Does it have sothing to do with your little obsession not appearing in school today?"

I glared hard at him.

"He’s not my obsession, and he’s not mine," I gritted out in agitation.

All he did was shrug.

"Right. And I never ntioned that it was a ’he.’"

I could make out the mocking glint in his gaze.

"Fucking stop talking, will you!" I groaned. I ca here for so peace and quiet, to be away from everything.

I still had to stop myself from replaying Oliver’s earlier words and pondering just how much of it was true.

Because what if he was right? What if I didn’t really hate him?

What if all these years, I’d been using him as a target for pain that had nowhere else to go?