Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 84: No More Secret

Chapter 84: No More Secret

- Kathrine Andrews: (Song of the Chapter: Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood)

I could see it in her eyes—the desperation, the longing.

And for a second, I almost gave in.

Almost.

But then my anger surged back, stronger than anything else.

I shoved Glyndon away before she could touch me before she could do exactly what she always did—run to me when she wanted me, push me away when she got scared.

Her eyes widened in shock like she hadn’t expected me to do that.

Like she thought I’d just let her have me again.

Not this time.

Not anymore.

I wrapped my towel around my body, gripping the fabric tightly as I glared at her.

"Prove it."

Her brows furrowed. "What?"

I crossed my arms. "Prove that you’re worthy of me."

She inhaled sharply, blinking at me like I had just slapped her across the face.

Then, almost instantly, she squared her shoulders. "How?"

A humorless laugh left my lips.

"How?" I repeated, shaking my head. "You seriously have to ask me how?"

She just stared at me.

I exhaled sharply, my patience wearing thin.

I stepped closer, my voice low and sharp as I hissed, "I just told you what I wanted."

Glyndon swallowed her jaw tight.

I took another step forward, my eyes burning into hers. "And I want you to want that. I want you to stop hiding, to stop pretending like this isn’t real."

Her throat bobbed, but she didn’t say anything.

I scoffed. "You say you want me, but you don’t. Not really. You want the idea of me. You want me in secret, in stolen moments when no one’s watching. You want me when it’s convenient for you—when no one else is looking when it doesn’t cost you anything."

I took another step, forcing her back against the lockers.

I leaned in slightly, my voice dropping to a whisper.

"I want to be loved in public."

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

I let out a bitter laugh. "You’ll never do that, will you? You’ll never hold my hand in front of everyone. You’ll never kiss me where people can see. You’ll never even admit to yourself that you want me."

She opened her mouth, but I cut her off before she could even try to defend herself.

"You’re still straight, aren’t you?" My voice dripped with venom.

Glyndon flinched.

"You don’t even want to admit that you’re into a woman." My nails dug into my palms. "You don’t even want to admit that you’re at least bisexual. You still think this is a sin. You still think we’re going to hell if this happens. You want to be straight. You want everyone to think you’re straight. So go be straight."

I let out a sharp breath.

"Well, guess what?" I stepped back, creating distance between us. "I’m not going to be your secret. I’m not going to be the thing you hide from everyone while you keep playing your perfect little life with Alex."

Her face twisted in pain, but I didn’t let myself feel bad.

I couldn’t.

Because I was done.

I lifted my chin. "You want me? Then prove it."

Glyndon sucked in a breath, her voice small. "How?"

I let out a humorless laugh.

"What do you mean, how?" I snapped. "Maybe fucking start by breaking up with Alex. Maybe stop pretending that you’re straight."

She swallowed hard.

I shook my head. "Until you do that? We have nothing to talk about."

Then I turned around and walked away, leaving her standing there—alone.

——-

-Glyndon Walton:

I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

I can’t stop thinking about what Kathrine said, every word looping in my head like a curse I can’t shake off.

"You don’t even want to admit that you’re into a woman. You don’t even want to admit that you’re at least bisexual."

I don’t know if I am.

I don’t know if I’m bisexual. I don’t know if I’m gay.

But I know I’m not straight.

Because if I was, I wouldn’t feel like this.

I wouldn’t feel like my whole world is shattering just because Kathrine is pushing me away.

I wouldn’t feel this overwhelming ache in my chest every time she ignores me.

I wouldn’t feel like I was suffocating when she told me she wanted to be loved in public.

Because she was right.

I can’t do that.

I won’t do that.

Not yet.

Maybe not ever.

But the only person I could talk to about this—the only person who could understand—is the same person shutting me out.

And I don’t know what to do.

I feel so lost.

So desperate.

Desperate enough that the second I stepped inside Alex’s car, I blurted, "I want to break up with you."

The words were out before I could stop them.

Alex froze, his hands tightening on the steering wheel.

He didn’t turn the engine on. Didn’t even move.

He just stared straight ahead, silent.

Then, after what felt like forever, he turned his head and looked at me.

"What?"

I swallowed, trying to steady my voice.

"I—" I sighed, dragging a hand through my hair. "I’m not happy in this relationship."

Alex’s expression didn’t change.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to meet his gaze.

"I want someone else."

For a second, nothing happened.

Then Alex exhaled through his nose and—

Laughed.

I blinked.

"What’s funny?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

Alex shook his head, still chuckling to himself as he leaned back against the driver’s seat.

"Nothing," he said, running a hand down his face. "It’s just... I saw this coming."

That caught me off guard. "You what?"

Alex turned to fully face me, his expression unreadable.

"I knew this was going to happen," he said simply. "Maybe not this soon, but eventually."

I frowned, completely thrown off. "What are you talking about?"

Alex just smirked.

And suddenly, I hated that smirk.

Because it wasn’t the usual cocky, arrogant grin he always threw at me or anyone else.

No.

This one was knowing.

It was like he knew something I didn’t.

"Glyn," he said, shaking his head. "You think I haven’t noticed?"

"Noticed what?"

He sighed. "You’ve been different. For weeks."

I stiffened.

Alex raised an eyebrow. "You thought I wouldn’t catch on?"

I stayed silent.

Alex studied me for a moment before he turned his attention back to the windshield.

Then, in a calm, almost amused voice, he said, "It’s her, isn’t it?"

I inhaled sharply.

I felt exposed.

As he had just ripped me open and read everything I was trying to hide.

I wanted to deny it.

Wanted to lie.

But what was the point?

He already knew.

"...Yes," I admitted quietly.

Alex didn’t look mad.

If anything, he looked... relieved.

"I knew it," he muttered, shaking his head. Then he smirked again. "I have to say, I was expecting a little more drama when you finally realized."

I frowned. "What the hell does that mean?"

"It means," Alex said, turning back to me, "that I’ve been waiting for you to figure your shit out."

I stared at him, completely lost.

"You knew?"

He scoffed. "Of course I knew."

I shook my head, trying to process it. "Then why didn’t you say anything?"

"Because you didn’t even know," Alex pointed out. "And I wasn’t about to sit here and force you to admit something you weren’t ready to admit."

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry.

Alex sighed again, but this time, it was softer.

"I’m not mad, Glyn." He turned the keys in the ignition, but he didn’t drive yet. "I mean, yeah, I kind of thought we’d last until graduation, but I knew it wouldn’t be forever. You never really wanted me."

That stung more than it should have.

I looked down. "I’m sorry."

Alex let out a low laugh. "Don’t be. You’re doing the right thing. For both of us."

I glanced at him. "So... you’re okay with this?"

Alex shrugged. "I’m not heartbroken if that’s what you’re asking."

That took me by surprise. "You don’t love me?"

He shot me a look. "Do you love me?"

I hesitated.

"...No," I admitted.

Alex smirked. "Exactly. I did love you though, just not as much anymore. I have someone else and I know you’d ask who, but I can’t tell you now. I’ll let you know when I’m ready."

I exhaled slowly and nodded.

This went... way better than I thought it would.

Alex didn’t yell. Didn’t argue. Didn’t try to convince me to stay.

It was like he knew this wasn’t real.

That this had never been real.

"So," he said, finally pulling out of the parking lot. "What now?"

I stared at the road ahead, feeling both lighter and heavier at the same time.

"I don’t know," I admitted.

Alex hummed. "Well, let me guess. You’re still scared, aren’t you?"

I clenched my jaw.

"...Yeah."

Alex was quiet for a moment.

Then he sighed. "Look, I’m not gonna tell you what to do. But I will tell you this—you don’t have forever."

I turned to him. "What do you mean?"

Alex shot me a look.

"I mean," he said, "that if you don’t do something, you’re going to lose her."

My stomach twisted.

Alex shrugged. "You think Kathrine’s gonna wait for you? You think she’s just gonna sit around and let you figure yourself out while she keeps being treated like your dirty little secret?"

I swallowed hard.

"I know you, Glyn," Alex said. "You’re scared. You care too much about what people think. You care too much about what your family thinks."

I clenched my fists.

"But here’s the thing," Alex continued. "That fear? That guilt? It’s not going anywhere. Not unless you make it."

I pressed my lips together.

Alex sighed. "Look. I know you’re not ready to tell the world yet. But you have to tell her."

I hesitated. "Tell her what?"

"That you want her," Alex said simply. "That you’re choosing her."

I exhaled slowly.

Choosing her.

That was the scariest part.

Not because I didn’t want to.

But because once I did—

There would be no going back.

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