Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 81: One Moment Of Truth

Chapter 81: One Moment Of Truth

-Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the Chapter: Shut Up And Listen by Nicholas Bonnin)

She just stood there.

Kathrine stepped inside the room, not even bothering to lock the door behind her. She didn’t look at me. Didn’t acknowledge my presence. Just walked in like I wasn’t sitting on her bed, waiting.

I clenched my fists.

What the fuck?

Two weeks.

Two weeks of nothing—no words, no glances, no signs of her existing in my world, like I wasn’t even real to her anymore.

And now, she was just going to stand there and pretend I still wasn’t?

I shot up from the bed, anger surging through me like wildfire. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I snapped, voice sharp, cutting through the thick silence in the room. "What happened to you? Why are you ignoring me all of a sudden?"

She didn’t even flinch.

Didn’t even look at me.

She just moved toward her closet, her expression blank, as if I were nothing more than a speck of dust in her room.

I saw red.

Before she could reach for the door, I lunged forward, grabbing her wrist and yanking her back toward me.

"Answer me!" My voice was louder this time, shaking with frustration, with something else I didn’t want to name. I pulled her closer, refusing to let her escape again. "Talk to me. Look at me. I’m right here in front of you. Stop acting like you don’t see or hear me."

Kathrine finally met my eyes.

And for the first time in weeks, I saw something in them.

Not warmth.

Not guilt.

But nothingness.

A cold, hollow nothingness.

"What do you want, Walton?" she asked flatly.

Her tone was so devoid of emotion, so brutally detached, it felt like someone had reached into my chest and squeezed my heart with an iron grip.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat, my fingers tightening around her wrist. "Why are you ignoring me?"

She tilted her head slightly as if she were bored of this conversation already. "Don’t you get it?" she said, her voice sharp, like a blade cutting through me. "This was a game. It was me toying with you. And it’s over. That’s it."

I sucked in a breath.

No.

No, she was lying.

I knew she was lying.

But it still hurt.

Kathrine pulled her wrist from my grasp and took a step back. "Now go back and act as you always have. Keep bullying me like you used to do. Keep hating me like you used to do. That’s it." She shrugged like it was that easy. "Let’s go back to our real lives."

I felt like I had been punched in the stomach.

Like the ground had been ripped out from beneath my feet.

Like she had torn something out of me and didn’t even care.

Kathrine turned away and started toward the bathroom.

But I wasn’t done.

I couldn’t be done.

Before she could reach the door, I stepped in front of her, blocking her path. "Are you serious?" My voice wavered. My chest felt tight like something was pressing down on it, suffocating me.

She exhaled sharply, looking past me like I was nothing.

Like I was nothing.

Something stung the back of my eyes.

"Why are you acting like nothing happened between us?" My voice cracked.

I hated that it cracked.

Kathrine’s expression darkened. Her eyes flashed, something violent sparking in them as she suddenly yelled.

"What happened?" she repeated, voice harsh, like a slap across my face. "Nothing happened, Glyndon."

I flinched.

"We are nothing."

A single tear slipped down my cheek.

She didn’t stop.

"Whatever happened was just sex, and that’s it." Her voice was sharp, brutal, and merciless. "You mean nothing to me. And I mean nothing to you."

Something inside me shattered.

I could feel the pieces cutting into me, ripping me apart from the inside out.

I blinked at her, my lips parting, my breath shallow. "What about what we had?" My voice came out so quiet, so small, I almost didn’t recognize it.

Kathrine laughed.

She fucking laughed.

A cold, empty sound.

"What did we have?" she sneered. "We had nothing."

Then she took a step closer to me.

Too close until she trapped me against her bathroom door.

I could feel her breath against my skin when she reached down to me, grabbed my jaw, and squeezed.

Hard.

Like she wanted to break me.

Like she already had.

Easily.

"Did you forget who you are?" she hissed, her fingers digging into my skin. "You are Glyndon Walton. The Walton family’s golden daughter. The girl who goes to church every Sunday."

I swallowed, my throat aching.

"You are a homophobic bully who spent the last three years making my life a living hell because I’m gay. A rich princess who believes I’m going to hell for being abnormal and gay." Her grip tightened. "And in three months, you’re going to get married to Alex, and live a happy life."

My stomach twisted violently.

"You’re going to be a housewife." Her words were ice, stabbing into me with every syllable. "You’re going to have kids with your husband. And that’s your life."

I shook my head, but her grip didn’t let me move.

"While mine is completely different."

Tears burned in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

I couldn’t breathe.

Kathrine let go of my jaw with a sharp shove, making me stumble back.

She didn’t look at me.

Didn’t acknowledge the way I stood there, shaking, crumbling in front of her.

She simply reached for the bathroom door, pulled it open, and stepped inside.

The door slammed shut.

And I stood there.

Alone.

Feeling like my entire world had just been ripped out from under me.

I cried.

I stood there.

Alone.

The silence in the room felt suffocating, thick like smoke, curling around me, sinking into my skin. My breath was uneven, my chest rising and falling too fast like I had run a marathon—but I hadn’t moved.

I couldn’t move.

My legs felt like they had turned to lead. My fingers twitched at my sides, useless and frozen, like my body couldn’t figure out what the fuck to do next.

I should leave.

I should.

But my feet stayed planted right where they were, my eyes locked on the bathroom door like it might open again.

Like she might change her mind.

Like this wasn’t happening.

A sharp laugh bubbled up inside me.

I bit it back before it could escape, but my lips still twisted into something ugly, something bitter.

God.

I was pathetic.

Pathetic for standing here. For feeling like something inside me had been ripped apart. For still fucking wanting her.

I sucked in a shaky breath and wiped my face, my fingers coming away wet.

I was crying.

Crying over her.

The same girl I had spent years hating. The same girl I had tormented, pushed, shoved, mocked, hurt—

And yet here I was.

Feeling like I was the one who had been torn to shreds.

I shook my head, trying to clear the mess in my mind, but it didn’t work. Nothing fucking worked.

So I sat down on her bed, my arms wrapping around myself, my nails digging into my skin.

I don’t know how much time passed.

Minutes. Hours.

The only thing I was aware of was the sound of the shower running, the faint echo of water splashing against the tile, and the fact that Kathrine was in there, probably washing me off her skin like I was nothing but a mistake.

I pressed the heels of my palms against my eyes, my head dropping forward.

I hated this.

I hated her.

I hated myself even more.

The sound of the water stopped.

My spine snapped straight.

I dropped my hands, blinking at the door, waiting—hoping—but when Kathrine finally stepped out, she didn’t even look at me.

She had a towel wrapped around her shoulders, her damp hair sticking to her skin, water dripping down her collarbone, but her expression was blank.

Cold.

Like I wasn’t even in the room.

Like she wasn’t aware of the way my body tensed at the sight of her, of how badly I wanted to cross the space between us, shake her, make her fucking see me.

I clenched my fists.

"Are you serious?" I snapped, my voice hoarse from all the things I wasn’t saying.

Kathrine didn’t respond.

She just walked past me, heading straight for her closet, grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts like I wasn’t sitting right fucking here.

Anger surged through me.

I stood up.

"Do you think you can just ignore me forever?" My voice was sharp, but there was something desperate beneath it. Something I hated.

Kathrine sighed like I was exhausting her like I was a burden.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat, forcing my voice to stay steady. "I asked you a fucking question."

Silence.

Not even a glance in my direction.

I gritted my teeth, frustration burning in my veins. "Are you ignoring me because of her?" I asked, and this time, I knew the words would get a reaction.

Kathrine stilled.

Her fingers paused where she was adjusting her shirt, but she still didn’t look at me.

I pressed on.

"Savannah." I spat her name like it was something foul on my tongue. "Is that what this is? Are you with her now?"

Kathrine’s shoulders tensed, but she still said nothing.

Something inside me snapped.

"Break up with her," I said, voice low, firm.

That made her turn.

And when she did, there was something dangerous in her eyes.

Then she laughed.

A sharp, cold laugh.

Like I had just told the funniest fucking joke in the world.

I wanted to slap that sound right off her lips.

"You want me to break up with Savannah?" she asked, voice mocking. "And why would I do that?"

I hesitated.

Why?

Because the thought of her with someone else made my stomach twist in a way I couldn’t explain. Because the past two weeks had been hell. Because I couldn’t stop thinking about her, wanting her, needing her.

Because I hated the idea of her being someone else’s.

The realization hit me like a freight train.

My mouth opened, then closed.

Kathrine smirked, tilting her head. "No answer?"

I swallowed.

I knew what I wanted to say.

But the words stuck to my tongue, thick like molasses, refusing to come out.

Kathrine took a step closer.

"You don’t get to tell me what to do, Glyndon," she said, her voice quieter now, more dangerous. "You don’t get to dictate who I’m with, who I fuck, who I love."

I flinched.

"You have Alex," she continued. "You have your perfect little life planned out. You have everything set up for you. So why the fuck do you care who I’m dating?"

I opened my mouth, but the words tangled together.

I didn’t know.

I knew, but I didn’t know how to say it.

Kathrine’s gaze locked onto mine, sharp and probing. "Say it."

I shook my head.

"Say it, Glyndon," she repeated, stepping closer, her voice laced with something heavy, something suffocating. "Say what you want."

I could feel my heartbeat pounding against my ribs.

I could barely breathe.

I forced myself to hold her stare, my chest tight, my lips parting—

"I..." My voice was barely above a whisper.

Kathrine waited.

I took a shaky breath, the truth clawing at my throat, burning through my lungs.

"I don’t want you with her."

Kathrine’s smirk widened like she was enjoying this. "And who do you want me with, then?"

The air between us was thick.

Electric.

Like a storm waiting to break.

I licked my lips, my pulse racing.

I wanted to run.

I wanted to stay.

I wanted to take it back.

I wanted to scream it louder.

I wanted her.

I wanted—

My voice trembled when I finally said it.

"...Me."