Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 83: Cracked Foundations

Chapter 83: Cracked Foundations

- Kathrine Andrews: ( Song of the Chapter: Euphoria by Anticiacialken

I gripped the edge of the sink, my knuckles turning white as I stared at my reflection.

The bathroom was quiet. Too quiet. The only sound was my uneven breathing and the distant hum of the air vent.

I felt... lost.

My own words echoed in my head. Nothing. This is nothing. We are nothing. I am nothing to you and You are nothing to me. We had nothing.

Liar.

I shut my eyes and exhaled through my nose.

I had to push her away. I had to. There was no other option.

Glyndon Walton was untouchable. A girl who came from a family like hers—a life like hers—she wasn’t allowed to want me. She wasn’t allowed to have me.

She is only allowed to be straight, to have a husband, to have kids with a husband not with a woman.

What I want for my future is completely different than what she is allowed to have in hers.

I can’t provide the life she wants, and she can not provide me with the life I want.

And yet...

I gritted my teeth.

The way she had looked at me. Desperate. Hurt. Determined.

I will make you mine. That’s what she said.

The rich golden girl, the church girl, Glyndon Walton wants to make me hers.

I shivered.

I hated her. I hated her.

But the worst part?

A small, ugly part of me wanted her to make me hers like she said.

I shook my head. No. No, no, no.

This wasn’t happening.

This can’t happen.

This should not happen.

I forced myself to breathe evenly, to shove the thoughts out of my head.

By the time I stepped out of the bathroom, my face was blank, my emotions locked behind the steel walls I had spent years building.

The room was empty, Glyndon was nowhere to be seen.

I blinked.

For some reason, my chest tightened.

I didn’t even realize I had expected her to still be here until I saw that she wasn’t.

I stood there for a moment, staring at the vacant space where Glyndon had been standing just minutes ago, then glanced at the spot where she was sitting on the bed earlier.

And then I shook it off.

Good. It was good that she was gone. This was how things were supposed to be. This was the right choice.

So why did I feel like I had just been punched in the stomach?

I inhaled sharply, shaking my head, trying my best to get rid of all these thoughts, of any trace that was left of her in there.

Whatever. It didn’t matter. I was exhausted. I just needed sleep.

I climbed into bed, dragging my phone with me.

The screen lit up with a message.

Savannah: You okay? You left school pretty quickly today.

I hesitated for half a second before typing back.

Me: Yeah, just tired.

She sent back a thumbs-up emoji.

I stared at the screen for a moment, debating whether to say more.

I didn’t.

Instead, I turned over and closed my eyes.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get Glyndon out of my head.

Her voice. Her face. The way her eyes had burned when she told me she wasn’t letting me go.

I curled my fingers into the sheets, exhaling slowly.

I had done the right thing.

I had.

Then why did it feel so wrong?

————

The Next Day

I walked into school the next morning with my usual expression: blank, unreadable, untouchable.

The second I stepped through the doors, I felt eyes on me.

It had been happening more lately. People watching me. Talking about me.

Maybe it was the fact that I can make Alex walk like a dog if I wanted to. Maybe it was the way I’d been hanging around Savannah more. Maybe it was something else entirely.

Either way, I didn’t care.

Or at least, I told myself that.

I walked to my locker, ignoring the hushed whispers around me.

The second I turned the corner, my stomach twisted.

Glyndon.

She was standing by her locker, talking to one of her friends, but her eyes were locked on me the second I appeared.

Her stare was piercing. Heavy.

I ignored her.

I kept walking, forcing my expression to stay neutral.

I wasn’t going to give her what she wanted.

But even as I passed by, I felt her watching me.

Lunch

I sat with Savannah and my usual group.

She was talking about something—something about a party this weekend—but I wasn’t listening.

I was hyper-aware of a pair of eyes burning into me from across the cafeteria.

I didn’t have to look to know it was Glyndon.

I refused to give her the satisfaction of acknowledging her.

But even as I kept my gaze firmly on Savannah, I could feel Glyndon.

I hated this. I hated that she had this much power over me.

"Hey, did you hear?" One of the girls at our table leaned in, lowering her voice.

Savannah raised a brow. "Hear what?"

The girl smirked. "People are saying Kathrine is dating you."

I choked on my drink.

Savannah blinked before letting out a small laugh. "What?"

The girl shrugged. "That’s the rumor. You two are together."

Savannah rolled her eyes. "That’s ridiculous. Kathrine and I are just friends. She kind of rejected my feelings."

But I barely heard her.

Because across the cafeteria, Glyndon had gone stiff.

Her expression was blank, but her grip on her fork was so tight her knuckles were turning white.

She heard.

For some reason, my chest squeezed.

I ignored it.

I grabbed my drink and took a long sip.

I didn’t care

———

The ice had always been my escape.

Ever since I was a kid since the first time Malakai took me skating, the cold, sharp air and the feeling of gliding across the rink had been the only thing that made sense.

When I was on the ice, everything else disappeared.

At least, that was how it was supposed to be.

But not today.

Today, I was off my game.

Today, my head was somewhere else.

Coach was yelling something at me, something about moving faster, and getting my head in the game, but I barely heard her.

All I could hear was Glyndon’s voice.

"Break up with her."

"Because I don’t want you with her."

"I’m not letting you go."

I gritted my teeth, exhaling sharply as I pushed harder, trying to shake the thoughts off.

It didn’t matter.

She didn’t mean it.

She couldn’t mean it.

Not when she was still hiding. Not when she still refused to admit who she was, and what she wanted.

It wasn’t enough.

It would never be enough.

Still—

I shook my head, gripping my hockey stick tighter as I skated back to position.

I was not letting Glyndon Walton get into my head.

Not here. Not now.

———

By the time the training session ended, I was exhausted. My muscles ached, my lungs burned, but I welcomed the pain. At least it gave me something to focus on.

I stripped off my gear, barely registering the chatter of my teammates as I made my way to the showers.

The hot water hit my skin, and I let out a long breath, rolling my shoulders as I tried to relax.

For the first time in hours, my head felt clear.

And then—

The locker room door creaked open.

I didn’t think much of it at first. Probably just one of my teammates.

Until—

Silence.

No footsteps.

No voices.

Just silence.

A weird, heavy silence that made my skin prickle.

I reached up, pushing wet hair out of my face as I turned my head slightly, eyes narrowing.

"Who’s there?"

No answer.

But I felt it.

That weight.

That gaze.

I turned off the water, listening carefully.

Nothing.

Maybe I was imagining things.

Maybe I was just—

A shadow moved.

My breath caught in my throat.

I turned sharply, my heart pounding—

And then I saw her.

Glyndon.

Standing there, just outside the showers, her eyes locked onto me.

My stomach dropped.

For a long moment, neither of us moved.

Water dripped from my hair, and my skin, the sound unnaturally loud in the silence.

She shouldn’t be here.

She knew she shouldn’t be here.

And yet—

I swallowed, gripping the edge of the shower wall. "What the hell are you doing here?"

She didn’t answer.

She just...stared.

I could see it in her eyes, that mess of emotions she was trying to hold back.

And it pissed me off.

"Seriously?" My voice was sharp. "This again?"

She flinched.

I let out a bitter laugh, stepping out of the shower, completely unbothered by the fact that I was still dripping wet. "What do you want, Glyndon?"

Her throat worked.

"I—"

"You what?" I snapped. "You want me to break up with Savannah? You want me to wait for you? Wait for you to figure out your shit, wait for you to maybe decide I’m worth it?"

She looked away.

I stepped closer, lowering my voice. "Because I’m not doing that. I’m not going to sit around while you pretend you don’t want me, while you go back to Alex and play the good little straight girl."

Her jaw clenched. "I—"

"Say it." My voice was a dare. "Say what you want."

She exhaled sharply, her hands curling into fists.

Then, finally—

"I want you."

My heart slammed against my ribs.

I swallowed. "Then do something about it."

Glyndon took a shaky breath.

Then she stepped forward.

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