From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 156

**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**From Best Friend To Fiancé**

**Chapter 156**

**Chapter 97: I’m Inside Your Blood**

“Are you completely out of your mind, Roman? You can’t just go around playing the executioner. That’s my family you’re trying to murder!” My voice cracked, sharper than I had intended, each word laced with a mix of anger and desperation. The first-aid kit resting on my lap rattled as I hastily shoved the gauze and the bloodied cloth back inside. My fingers trembled, a reflection of the chaos swirling within me. “It was a long time ago. Just let it go.”

“Let it go?” he repeated, his voice slicing through the air like a knife, disbelief etched across his face. His eyes burned into mine, filled with a tempest of outrage and shock, as if he couldn’t fathom how I could utter such words. “Savannah… are you the one who’s lost her mind?”

I pressed my lips together, forcing a brittle smile that felt more like a mask than a genuine expression. “You can’t answer a question with another question, Roman.” My tone was light, almost teasing, but the tension crackling between us was anything but playful. I snapped the lid of the first-aid kit shut and stood up, determination coursing through me. “I asked first. So answer me.”

But he was quicker.

Roman’s hands clamped down on my shoulders, not with harshness, but with a firmness that jolted me. He shook me gently, as if trying to rouse me from a fog he believed I was lost in. I could feel the warmth of his wounded hand leaving a faint smudge of blood against the fabric of my blouse, a stark reminder of the chaos that surrounded us.

“What is wrong with you?” His voice cracked, urgency lacing his words. “Why are you acting like this?”

“Let me go!” I shoved at him, wrenching myself free from his grip. My voice rose higher, trembling with a fury that wasn’t solely directed at him. “You’ve gotten blood all over my blouse! I hope you’re proud of yourself!”

“I don’t give a damn about your blouse!” he roared back, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. “I care about you. About whatever is happening in that head of yours.” He jabbed a finger toward my temple, his frustration palpable. “Why do you care so little?”

“Maybe,” I spat, my words laced with bitterness, “because I’ve finally learned to stop expecting anything from anyone!”

His expression went blank, and I could feel the dam inside me breaking, words tumbling out faster than I could rein them in.

“Maybe because I’ve been screwed over one too many times until disappointment became the only constant in my life!” My hands shook, my throat ached, but I pressed on. “Maybe I started to care less because that’s what happens when life grinds you down, teaching you over and over again that you’re just a plaything for others to ruin. Maybe I finally learned to shut up and be a ‘good girl’ after being raped twice by someone I trusted.”

The silence that followed was suffocating, heavy with the weight of my confession.

Roman staggered back a step, as if I had struck him. His face crumpled in horror, eyes wide, lips parting as if to form words that wouldn’t come. His fists clenched at his sides, shoulders tense, as though he wanted to fight against the very air that surrounded us.

Tears threatened to spill, but I swallowed hard, forcing myself to maintain my composure. “Maybe I care less because people have always cared less about me. No one—absolutely no one—gives a damn about what happens to Savannah.” My voice splintered under the strain. “So when you’ve been handed as much filth as I have, Roman, you learn to swallow it all down with a smile and a glass of wine.”

A treacherous tear escaped anyway, burning hot as it traced a path down my cheek.

“Savannah…” His voice broke, a whisper filled with concern.

“Don’t touch me.” I raised a hand, halting him before he could reach for me.

“Please go.”

“What?”

“I said go.” I forced the words through the lump in my throat, each syllable a struggle. “Get out. Leave me alone.”

“Sav—”

“Leave!” I screamed this time, my voice ragged, the sound reverberating off the walls. If I didn’t force him out, I feared I would collapse right there. I refused to shatter again.

But Roman wasn’t one to back down easily.

Instead of obeying, he closed the distance in two swift strides, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against his chest. His chin rested atop my head, the familiar weight of him grounding me like an anchor in a storm.

“Nice try. But you’re not getting rid of me that easily, Sav,” he murmured, the words vibrating softly against my hair. “I’m inside your blood. I’m part of you now.”

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