Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 811

Chapter 811: 811-My Dimple Friend

Gavin:

She began to frown, her fists clenched as she stared at me.

"I don’t want to remember all that. Don’t make me remember," she said, stepping back.

"Why not? Do you not remember how we used to steal cookies from that old man’s bakery?" I asked, smiling at the memory.

"No, I never stole them," she complained, as always.

Back when we were ten, we would steal cookies from this one old man. I don’t know why we loved to annoy him. Then our parents would go and pay for all the cookies we had stolen by the end of the week. Sometimes, when we didn’t go to steal cookies, he would come to our homes to check on us.

"And you know that old lady’s dog that loved us more? She would get so annoyed," I laughed, and Lucy began to sniffle back her tears. I could tell she was holding back a laugh, a smile, a little crack in her expression.

"Lucy, you cannot tell me you don’t remember us. You have to remember. Because your friend who betrayed you wants to be friends again, to help each other with our pain. Even if it means I have to die to earn your forgiveness, I will do it," I said.

As soon as I spoke, I watched her raise her head and stare at me, shock visible in her eyes when I placed her hand on my neck.

"It’s true. If that is what it takes for you to finally move on and feel less pain, I’m ready to die," I said.

I reached for her and grabbed her hand. "Come on, Lucy. I cannot live with the fact that I am the reason the girl I once loved so much suffered," I said, my eyes lingering on her face. It was strange that I had forgotten how beautiful she was all this past year. Even though everyone believed Lucy had changed and done evil things, I never really saw her as Lucy when the entity entered her. I never felt like I truly knew her—until now. This girl in front of me, this was my Lucy. And suddenly, all the pain from our breakup and everything else hit me at once.

"Kill me," I whispered, and she shook her head.

"No," she said, finally lowering her hand from my neck. "I can never kill you," she whispered in her half-broken voice.

"Why?" I asked, trying to stay close so she would speak.

She took a deep breath and said, "I guess it’s true– I still love you."

Her confession broke me from within.

"But that doesn’t mean I want us to be together again. I think that time has passed. We’re both so broken now that the only way to grow is by staying apart," Lucy added.

I agreed with her, but the truth was, hearing it still shocked me. It meant she still wanted me. She truly loved me. I had hurt her deeply.

"Anyway, I’m not here for that. I just wanted to speak with you, to wake you up, so we can talk about what needs to be done for you to take control of your body again." I quickly shifted the topic back to her.

She finally faced me. "What do you mean? What can I do?" she asked helplessly. I hated seeing her like that.

"Lucy, it’s your body. Those entities are dangerous. If they stay in you too long, they’ll grow stronger. Once her brother takes over, they’ll have all their powers. Those poisonous chaotic powers that will ruin everything." I tried to explain how important it was for her to push them out.

"And most importantly, I want you to take back your body." I only managed to whisper those words. That was the part that made her look me in the eyes, like it truly reached her.

"But Gavin, they’re stronger than me. Even without their powers, they’re stronger," she said, reminding me that she was just a meek she-wolf.

"That’s where you’re wrong, Lucy. They’re not powerful, just loud. She’s been in your body, doing great things, showing great strength. That’s not her power, it’s yours. Somewhere along the way, you never discovered your potential, but she did. If you go back into your body and fight hard enough, I’m sure you can push her out." I explained, determined to help her. I truly believed Lucy wasn’t as weak as she thought. After the entity took over, we saw how she used her body, and it was impressive. That only meant Lucy hadn’t yet found her true strength.

"You’re right. I’ll try my best," she said with a gulp. "So what happens now? How do I get out of this place?" Lucy asked, looking around.

"You have to just say it. We both have to say it—that we want to get out," I told her, holding out my hand. Without a second thought, she took it. Her touch felt strange, yet comforting.

We both closed our eyes and shouted, "We want to get out. We are ready to go back home."