Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 51: Goodnight

Chapter 51: Goodnight

- Glyndon Walton (song of the Chapter: Tongue, Maribou State by Holly Walker)

I sat there blankly staring at nothing.

Kathrine still was not back.

Maybe she wasn’t coming back tonight. Maybe she was staying with her friends, curled up next to Brandon, still surrounded by people who mattered to her.

Not me.

Never me.

I swallowed hard, forcing my gaze onto the TV. Some action movie was playing—something loud, filled with explosions and car chases. I barely processed it.

Then—

A sound.

A faint shuffle. Footsteps.

My entire body tensed.

The handle to the door turned.

I sucked in a breath, my pulse thundering in my ears as the door creaked open.

And there she was.

Kathrine.

She stepped inside, her expression unreadable, her gaze flicking between me and Alex.

She is dressed in the same crop top and skirt that she put on this morning before leaving the room.

The exact room that felt like it had shrunk when she stepped in, the air charged with something too heavy, too suffocating.

She was back.

But she didn’t look happy to see me.

Kathrine stood in the doorway, her fingers still curled around the handle like she was debating whether or not to step inside.

Her gaze flickered over to Alex, who hadn’t even bothered looking up from the TV. He was lounging back against my pillows, one arm draped lazily behind his head, completely unaware of the tension choking the air.

Then her eyes landed on me.

And something in her expression changed.

It was quick—so quick I almost missed it. A flash of something dark, something unreadable, before she turned away, stepping fully into the room and shutting the door behind her with a soft click.

She didn’t say anything.

Didn’t acknowledge me.

She just walked past, heading straight for her suitcase, her movements slow and deliberate. Like she wasn’t just ignoring me—she was making a point of it.

I clenched my fists, hating how much I hated the way she was ignoring me after everything she did to my body.

Alex finally glanced over, his brow furrowing as if he’d only just realized she was here. "Oh, hey. Look who finally showed up. Were you screwing some European Lesbo?"

Kathrine didn’t react. Didn’t spare him a glance. She crouched down, unzipping her suitcase with an almost unsettling calm.

I couldn’t stop watching her.

She was still in the same outfit from this morning—the short skirt, the fitted crop top. Her hair was a little messier now like she’d been running her fingers through it too much. She looked tired.

But that didn’t mean anything.

It didn’t change the fact that she’d ignored me all day. That she was still ignoring me.

I hated it.

I hated her.

I hated myself.

But most of all, I hated the way my body reacted to her presence. The way my skin felt too warm, my breath too shallow, just from having her in the same room.

Alex stretched, completely oblivious. "So, what were you up to all day? Playing nurse for your little Faggot boyfriend?"

Kathrine stilled, her fists clenched around her suitcase.

I saw the tension coil through her shoulders, saw the slight way her fingers tightened around the fabric she’d just pulled from her suitcase and the way that muscle moved on her jaw.

Then, slowly, she stood.

And turned to face us, looking down at us as if we were imjust some used gum stuck under her shoe.

Her eyes locked onto Alex, and I saw the fury in them.

And when she spoke, her voice was quiet. Controlled.

"Get out."

Alex blinked, letting out a short laugh. "Uh, what?"

Kathrine took a step forward. Not looking at me. Not acknowledging me at all. Just staring directly at Alex, her expression completely unreadable.

"I said," she repeated, her voice steady, "get out."

A cold shiver ran down my spine.

Alex scoffed, sitting up. "Are you serious? I’m literally in my girlfriend’s room right now."

Kathrine’s eyes flicked to me, just for a second.

Then back to Alex.

"This isn’t your room, I report you right now to the security of the hotel. A boy in some girls’ room doing god knows what. Nobody will care if she is your girlfriend since it’s not her room alone and your daddy is not here to save your ass." she said simply. "And I’m not asking again."

The air was thick. Suffocating.

I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my ears, feel the way my throat went dry at the way she was looking at him—at the way she was standing there, completely unfazed.

Alex let out another breathy laugh, shaking his head. "Jesus, calm down. I was just joking."

He shoved off the bed, grabbed his phone, and shoved it into his pocket. He leaned down, pressing a quick, careless kiss to my cheek. "I’ll see you tomorrow, babe."

I barely nodded.

Then he walked out, shutting the door behind him.

Silence.

The second he was gone, it was like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room.

I didn’t move.

Neither did she.

For a moment, all we did was stare at each other, the weight of everything pressing down on my chest, making it impossible to breathe.

Then, finally—

Kathrine took a slow, measured step toward me.

And I knew, without her saying a single word—

I was in trouble.

She stopped a few feet away from me, standing perfectly still.

I felt frozen, like I couldn’t move, couldn’t think. The way she was looking at me—cold, unreadable, but somehow still burning into me—made my stomach twist painfully.

My lips parted, but nothing came out.

What was I even supposed to say?

I wanted to be angry. I wanted to yell at her, to demand why she’d ignored me all day, why she acted like I didn’t exist after everything that happened last night.

But I couldn’t.

Because she was looking at me like she knew.

Like she could see right through me.

Kathrine let out a slow breath, dragging her fingers through her hair before finally breaking the silence.

"Do you want me to leave and bring Alex back?"

Her voice was calm. Not soft, not gentle—just calm.

And that made it worse.

I swallowed, my throat tight.

She was giving me an out. A chance to tell her to go, to put space between us before I did something stupid.

But that wasn’t what I wanted.

It should’ve been.

I should’ve said yes.

Instead, my voice came out quiet.

"No."

Kathrine didn’t move.

She just watched me for a second longer, her expression unreadable, before she nodded. Then, without another word, she turned away, grabbed some clothes from her suitcase, and disappeared into the bathroom.

The second the door shut behind her, I let out a shaky breath, dropping back onto the bed.

My body was too warm. My chest was too tight. My mind was spinning in a million different directions.

I had no idea what I was doing.

All I knew was that if she came back out—if she climbed into bed and turned away from me like she didn’t care—

I wouldn’t be able to sleep.

I stared at the bathroom door, listening to the sound of running water.

I should’ve turned around. Pulled the blanket over my head. Forced myself to sleep and pretended like she wasn’t here, like she wasn’t affecting me.

But I couldn’t.

I kept my eyes on the door, my heart beating in this slow, heavy rhythm that made me feel sick.

What was I even waiting for?

Kathrine didn’t care.

She’d ignored me all day. She hadn’t even looked at me when she walked in. She just asked if I wanted her to leave, like I was nothing to her. Like last night meant nothing.

Maybe it didn’t.

Maybe I was just losing my mind.

The bathroom door opened, and I sat up before I could stop myself.

Kathrine stepped out, towel-drying her hair, wearing an oversized shirt and a pair of tiny sleep shorts that barely covered anything.

My breath caught.

She didn’t look at me. Didn’t acknowledge me at all.

She just walked to the other side of the room, tossed her towel onto her suitcase, and pulled back the covers of her bed.

She was going to ignore me again.

She was going to get into bed, turn her back to me, and pretend I wasn’t here—like she did last night.

Like she had all day.

I didn’t think. I just moved.

"Kathrine," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

She froze.

For a moment, she didn’t turn around. Didn’t say anything.

Then, slowly, she faced me.

Her eyes locked onto mine, and I felt it like a physical weight pressing down on my chest.

She was waiting.

Waiting for me to say something, to do something.

I had no idea what.

I swallowed, my fingers tightening around the blanket.

What was I even supposed to say?

I wanted to ask her why she ignored me.

I wanted to ask if all the times she touched me meant anything.

I wanted to tell her that I wasn’t going to let her pretend like nothing happened.

But instead, all that came out was—

"Good night."

Kathrine’s eyes flickered with something—something I couldn’t read.

Then, finally, she spoke.

"Good night, Walton."

And just like that, she turned away, climbed into bed, and shut off the light.

Leaving me there, wide awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering why that simple goodnight felt like the biggest lie of my life.

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