Текст книги "Fear me"

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He didn’t let up until a couple of hours ago. If a girl ever imagined how her first night would be I’m sure it was not in that way. I was partly to blame though…I never told him no.

I finally opened my eyes to see him staring down at me and looking dark, sinful, and unobtainable, with his mussed bed hair. He was shirtless but wearing jeans and I could tell he’d already been up. Or never went to sleep. I’d passed out from exhaustion and the unfamiliar stress on my body last night so I didn’t know much of what happened after he finally eased up on me.

Half asleep, I dragged myself off the bed and trudged into the bathroom with the sheets wrapped around me. However, once I dropped the sheet and took one look in the mirror, the sight that greeted me shocked me awake. There were red marks and bites all over my skin. I felt every last one of them but that didn’t make seeing them any less disturbing.

I touched one of the marks and winced from the dull pain. “What are you doing?” I jumped at the sudden sound of his voice directly behind me.

“Why are you sneaking up on me?”

“Hurry up. We’re going to be late.”

“I don’t think I can go to school.”

“Why not?” He sounded annoyed and disinterested but I answered him anyway.

“Maybe because it looks like I’ve been beaten?” I didn’t attempt to hide the disdain I felt.

“You came, didn’t you? Many times as I recall.”

“You do realize you blackmailed me into sex right?”

“Keep telling yourself that,” he smirked.

“You should have stayed away,” I whispered, my eyes lowering.

“Maybe. But I didn’t. This was always going to happen, Monroe. I told you that…I made breakfast, by the way.” He changed the subject and gave me a warning look.

I couldn’t conceal the look of surprise that crossed my face. “You did?”

He stared at me blankly. “I was hungry,” he shrugged.

“Right.” Silly me, thinking he would do something nice after the night we had. But you enjoyed it too. I shook off the unwanted thoughts and turned the shower on. I stepped in and knew he was still there even though my back was turned. “Are you planning to watch me shower?”

“And if I do?” he leaned against the door and crossed his arms, watching me through the glass door. I didn’t reply, knowing he was baiting me, looking for an excuse to strike but then…he never needed one in the past.

“This isn’t the first time I caught you in the shower, you know.”

“What?” I turned around in surprise, forgetting my attempt to ignore him.

“I was the one who stole your clothes two years back.”

“That was you? I mean…I knew you had something to do with it but you actually went into the girls’ locker room?”

He rolled his eyes and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “It wasn’t the first time I’ve been in the girls’ locker room, Monroe.”

“Why else would you—oh.” My cheeks turned red and I felt a pang followed by anger but I didn’t understand why.

“You look jealous.”

Jealous? I wasn’t, was I?

“I’m not.”

“Is that another lie?” His voice lowered to a level that screamed ‘danger’.

I chose to remain silent and finished lathering my body. When his phone broke the silence, he finally left the bathroom to my relief. I quickly washed my hair before stepping out. I dressed and used some of my aunt’s makeup to cover the visible marks and made by way downstairs. When I entered the kitchen he ended his phone call and pushed a plate full of food towards me. I couldn’t deny how good the food looked and smelled.

“You can cook?” He grunted and continued tapping the keyboard, ignoring me. “I want to talk to my aunt. How do I know you didn’t have something done to her?”

“You don’t,” he replied tersely. “Do what the hell I say and you won’t have anything to worry about.”

“That’s bullshit!” I yelled.

He slowly looked up from his phone and I snapped my mouth close. When he slid his phone over to me and I picked it up cautiously. On the screen was a picture of my Aunt at an airport. “This doesn’t prove anything,” I stated.

“That’s all your getting. Let’s go.”

“But I didn’t eat my food yet.”

“Bring it with you.”

* * *

“You had an orgasm today!”

I spit out the drink I just took a sip of and shot Charlie a murderous look.

“Now, now. Don’t look at me like that with those magnificent blue-green eyes. There’s no need to be a prude about it. Everyone has orgasms and the one’s who don’t…God bless their souls.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Because it’s all over your face. Who he is? I want details and don’t forget the dirty ones.”

I didn’t quite know if it was a good idea to share my blossoming sex life with my boss but I didn’t think it would be fair to hold out. He cared so much about me finding love or as he put it “A really good stick to ride.” Charlie was as crass as he was flamboyant.

Lucky for me I was saved from answering by Mr. Martin coming through the door. “You know I think that man is up to something,” Charlie whispered while eyeing the older man. “He only shows when you’re here and I never see him actually work out. I think you have a secret admirer, Lake.”

“What? He is old enough to be my father and half a grandfather.”

“So he’s sugar daddy material.”

“As if. Maybe he’s here for you.”

“Honey, he never even glances at me. What does he talk to you about anyway?”

“Nothing much. He is always polite and usually just asks me about school.” I didn’t want to tell him about the time he asked if I was dating anyone. It would only encourage Charlie. I made my way to the reception desk to check him in.

“Good evening, Mr. Martin.”

“Ah, Lake. How are you today?” Well I spent the night being fucked senseless for the first time, so peachy.

“Peachy. And yourself?”

“Oh the usual. Just passing through.” Yeah, why is that? “Any new developments?”

“Uh, no. Nothing new,” I lied.

“As beautiful as you are young lady, I find it hard to believe that you don’t have someone special.”

“Oh, um. Thank you.” I think.

“Is there someone special? Someone you go to school with?”

“No…” His persistent questions started making me nervous. Please don’t tell me this guy is a creep.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of. You can tell me.” His insistence on knowing about my love life was making me uncomfortable.

“Enjoy your visit, Mr. Martin.” I handed him back his membership card and gave him a fake smile that he seemed to see right through.

“I suppose. I’ll be seeing you, Lake.” He started for the locker rooms and I knew I wouldn’t see him again until next time.

My phone vibrated in my back pocket so I fished it out.

K: Where the fuck r u?

Lake: Working. A girl's gotta eat.

K: Monroe…

Lake: Yes?

K: Where. R. U?

Lake: The gym

He didn’t text back after that so I went back to working. I ended up talking to one of the regulars that Charlie tried to hook me up with on numerous occasions, despite the fact that I just became legal two days ago. He was one of those guys whose muscles had muscles. It made me appreciate Keiran’s body even more. He was lean and muscular and natural.

And not yours.

“Am I any closer to getting you to agree to go out with me? I can show you a really good time if you let me.” I had the feeling he wasn’t just talking about dinner and movie.

“Thanks Chad, but I’m –”

“Taken,” a voice bit out behind me. I knew who it was without turning around. He always did have a knack for sneaking up on me.

“Somehow I don’t think that’s what the lady was about to say. So why don’t you run along, little boy.”

“I’m saying it for her. She’s mine. You want to try to take her from me?” He fists clenched as he stepped toe to toe which Chad.

Was he seriously trying to start a fight?

I looked around for Charlie who seemed to have disappeared. There was no way I would be able to stop them if they fought so I had to try to defuse the situation.

“She doesn’t look like yours. Otherwise she wouldn’t have been over here flirting with my dick.” The words were barely out of Chad’s mouth before he was flipped over the weight bench by a fierce right hook from Keiran. I was pretty sure I saw a couple of teeth fly too.

“Stop! What the hell do you think you are doing?” I grabbed onto Keiran’s arm to stop him from pursuing Chad who was still laid out on the floor, motionless. He ripped his arm away and glared down at me, his face a mask of uncontrolled fury.

“Get your shit and let’s go.”

“What? No.”

“Monroe!” he roared and I nearly jumped out of my skin. His temple was throbbing again and he looked ready to strangle me. Charlie had finally appeared and was attempting to revive Chad.

“I can’t leave my job. Are you insane?”

As soon as the words were out I was hauled over his shoulder and being carted out of the door. A gym full of people and no one stepped forward to stop the unstable teen. Unbelievable.  His challenger was double parked outside with the engine running. Something told me he was already planning to do this. It made me long for the Keiran who bullied me from a distance.

“Why did you come here? I told you I was working,” I said while he dumped me into the backseat. A second later I heard the locks engage and he was walking back inside the gym. I unlocked the door and tried to open it but it wouldn’t budge so I tried the other and it did the same. Did he freaking child lock me in?

I contemplated kicking the window in for payback but knew that I wouldn’t get far before he caught me so I climbed into the front seat and by the time I was opening the door, he was walking back out. I hurried back into the backseat but it was too late. He’d already caught me trying to escape.

“How long have you been working there?”

“A year. What gives you the right to jeopardize my job like that? I could be fired.”

“I already took care of that.”

“What?”

“I told them you quit. You aren’t going back there.”

 

* * *

I told my aunt I had really bad stomach pains and couldn’t talk long when she called. It was partially true although the real reason was more because of Keiran. He watched me like a hawk when I talked to her and I didn’t want to risk my aunt detecting something wrong so I kept the call short.

He immediately left when I ended the call, saying he had to go out of town, but took my car keys with a warning to stay and that he would be back. I didn’t understand him. Why go through all that trouble to find me if he wasn’t going to stick around? I thought for sure he would demand sex although I didn’t think my body could handle another night like last night. I could feel the soreness between my thighs even now.

I thought about calling the gym and apologizing for what happened and maybe even begging to keep my job but the humiliation was too fresh so I put it off for tomorrow and decided to do homework instead. I had to stay ahead so I wouldn’t fall behind. I wished my parents could see me now. They were so devastated when I was diagnosed with dyslexia. It was one of my clearest memories. I learned that it wasn’t the end of the world when I realized that the disability to learn normally didn’t mean an inability to learn. One thing it did make me do was appreciate learning and education more. It was why I want to become a teacher. Dyslexia wasn’t something that I could outgrow but it was something that I could conquer.

I was in the living room searching for my favorite writing pen my aunt bought me on one of her trips when I noticed the corner of something black peeking out from underneath the couch near the side table. I bent to pick up the object, realizing it was an envelope addressed to me.

There was a birthday card inside so I flipped open the card and what I saw caused my heart to stop and I felt gut punched. Inside was a picture of a little girl.

A dead girl.

Her hair was blonde and she looked to be no more than six or seven years old. The edges were ragged and worn from time or rough handling so the picture might have been a few years old. The bleeding hole in her head had me fighting back the need to vomit. I inspected the card but didn’t see any sign of a signature or idea of who the card came from. My mind raced to figure out who the card could have come from and how it got here.

The break in!

It was the only thing that made sense. Since then I have argued over the reasons why someone would break into an occupied house. They did it to leave this note. I searched the picture for a clue but came up empty. I was sure I’d never seen the girl before so why would someone leave me a picture of her corpse?

When a realization centered in my mind the envelope fell from my hand and drifted to the floor. This would mean the break in wasn’t random. Oh shit. I picked up the card and flipped it over to inspect the back and read the words that sealed my fate.

This is your only warning.

Chapter Twelve

Regret and nervousness had me looking over my shoulder once again. “I shouldn’t have come. Why did I let you talk me into this?”

“Calm down, Lake. It’s Saturday and it’s just a football game. He probably won’t even be here. But if he tries to bully you we’ll leave, okay?”

How did I tell her that it wasn’t bullying I was worried about? That Keiran was using sex and death threats to torment me now? I agreed to come out here because I owed Willow and I missed her. Besides Keiran said he was going out of town. He didn’t say when he’d be back but I assumed it was for the weekend because I haven’t heard from him since he left me stranded in my house.

The house that had been too quiet and the guilt that was weighing in on me, not to mention the creepy birthday card all also caused me to break out of my cage. The house I shared with my aunt used to be my safe haven, but Keiran had managed to turn that against me as well.

I still haven’t told my aunt about the break in after she called again to check in on me. With her tour, I didn’t want her to worry or worse, cancel, so I put it off for now. Besides, I still believe that if she was gone she was safer where Keiran couldn’t get to her.

“Okay,” I finally replied as we entered the gate. There was no going back now, I thought as I released a heart breath. “But aren’t you avoiding Dash?”

“Yes, but I refuse to let him keep me from living.” Willow was right of course but it wasn’t that simple for me.

Keiran now controls every aspect of my life. Actually he always has. Every decision I’ve ever made for ten years began and ended with how best to avoid him, even though he always found me. Just like I knew he would tonight. I came because I owed Willow. Despite her understanding, I know it hurt her.

The area around the football field was crowded with what seemed to be the entire town as well as surrounding towns. Bainbridge usually had a great turnout because our school’s athletics are the best in the state. I’d only ever been to one game before and that was when Keiran was in juvie and Willow begged me to go with her.

“Do you see the crowd? Maybe you won’t even run into him, if he’s even here.” But what about the hundred or so other people in the past who would run to tell Keiran whenever I was in the vicinity? How did I dodge them all? “Sheldon wants us to meet her at the concession stand. She said it’s urgent,” Willow said looking at her phone with a frown.

It took us a while to maneuver through all the people but we finally made it to the concession stand that was also crowded by people. The smell of popcorn and hot dogs greeted me as we approached. Sheldon was standing there in her green and white cheerleading uniform with a bottle of water in her hand.

“Hey Sheldon.”

She looked up and quickly walked over to us. “Keiran is here and much worse, he knows you’re here. He’s coming for you.”

I stared at her, wordlessly. I wasn’t surprised. I knew this would happen. I didn’t understand it but I wasn’t surprised.  “But we just walked in,” Willow stated, looking at me apologetically.

“You know Keiran has his goons posted everywhere. They probably spotted you and called him the moment you stepped foot in the parking lot.”

“I should go,” I finally replied.

“You shouldn’t have come in the first place,” his deep voice said somewhere behind me. Willow and Sheldon jumped in surprise and I slowly turned around to face him. He was in the shadows, leaning against the back of the metal stands and dressed in a red, long-sleeve shirt and black jeans. He looked mouthwatering.

He swaggered over to me, grabbed my elbow, and walked away with me without another word. It took a second for me to realize that it wasn’t to the exit. I looked back, helplessly to see that Keenan and Dash had also appeared out of nowhere.

Keenan looked like he was chewing out Sheldon and I knew it was because she was helping me.  Dash had Willow pinned against the wall of the concession side. They were hidden in the shadows but a little glimmer from the stadium lights allowed me to see that he had her hands pinned above her head and he was saying something to her.

They quickly disappeared from sight as we rounded a corner so I focused my attention back on Keiran. His face was set in a hard mask and his shoulders and back was tense as he walked. The sound of the game—and the witnesses—seemed far away when he led us a short distance away from the stands.

I immediately noticed his car parked near the back gates as we headed to it. So that’s why I didn’t see his car. We reached his car and he walked to the driver’s door, pulling his keys out. “Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you home.”

“What? Why?”

“What did I say to you when I left last night?” he asked instead.

“To stay put.”

“And?”

“You would be back.”

“And did I come back?”

“No.”

“So what do you think you should have done?” Run far away from you.

“I don’t know what should I have done?” I asked my voice dripping with bittersweet sarcasm. He gripped my upper arms and hemmed me up against the hood.

“You should have fucking listened,” he whispered against my lips. His unexpected kiss was surprisingly soft yet it still took away all the breath and strength I had, as always. But the pleasure I felt from having his lips devour mine wasn’t real. It was another mind game. One that had lingering effects on my mind and body.

I fought against it, forgetting the consequences of resisting him. A quick bite on my lip and his hand gripping my neck in warning caused me to soften against him with a needy moan. His touch put me on edge but his aggressiveness was what pushed me over.

I liked his kisses and his taste far too much. I shouldn’t like them at all but that didn’t keep me from standing on my toes so that I could reach more of him. He groaned and pulled me closer, pressing his erection hard against my stomach. I’d forgotten that he was angry with me. We didn’t feel like enemies right now. We felt like lovers.

“You should have listened,” he repeated absently, breaking our kiss just when I was ready to beg for more. “You should have stayed sway…”

His voice sounded strained while his lips trailed down my chin to my neck, biting and sucking. My head fell back, exposing more of my neck in surrender as he continued to bite his way down. When his lips reached my breasts he lifted his head and the cold look in his eyes caught me off guard.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t fuck you right here,” he barked. Before I could respond he flipped me around and pressed my upper body against the hood.

“Someone will see!” I blurted out in a panic, my voice a shriek in the night.

“Let them. I want them to see.”

“Why?” He pulled my hair back from my face and braced his hand on the hood by face.

“Because then they’ll know who owns you,” he whispered in my ear, surprising me with the possessiveness evident in his voice. I almost asked him to repeat it so that I could be sure. He was quiet now but I knew he was watching me. “Why did you come here?” he asked while his other hand ran down my back.

“I wanted to see the game.”

“You wanted to see the game,” he repeated slowly. “Who is playing tonight?” His hand touched my lower back and I could feel his thumb rubbing the dimples I had in my back.

“Piney.”

“Wrong.”

“Uh, Carver.”

“Try again.”

“I don’t know!”

“Why did you just lie to me?”

“Why can’t I be here? There is nothing I could do to you here.”

“Did…you…just…lie to me?”

“I – Willow wanted me to come.” I finally admitted.

“Willow.”

“Yes, my best friend? My only friend. Do you remember her?” I knew I was being defiant but didn’t care at moment.

“Yes, I’m starting to remember.” The ice in his tone was unmistakable.  “So, you disobeyed me because Willow asked you to?”

Oh shit. I just remembered that I wasn’t supposed to be friends with Willow anymore. “No that’s not what I meant. We –”

His hands gripped my ass, spreading my legs farther apart before his finger slid into my panties. I started to panic when his finger bypassed my pussy and lingered somewhere forbidden.  No freaking way. Just when I felt a full panic attack emerging he moved his finger back.

“So explain to me why you’re bent over my car with your ass in the air, about to be fucked, if you didn’t disobey me because Willow asked you to?”

“Because –” his fingers were now at my entrance and the words I would have spoken gave way to a breathy moan.

“I’m waiting.”

“I can’t talk with you…doing that.”

“Doing what? This?” A long finger entered me, followed by another, until he was torturing me with the slow thrust of his thick fingers.

“Please,” I heard the desperation in my own voice as I began moving my hips against him. We both knew what I was begging for.

“Come here,” he said, lifting me up until my back was against his hard chest and I melted into him. The sounds of the game were drowned out by what he was doing to me, making me forget that we were in a public place. Or I just didn’t care anymore. “Do you remember what I said would happen if you lied or disobeyed me again?” The ominous threat in his voice was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the fire he built up inside me.

“You said I would be sorry,” I answered, reluctantly.

“That’s right.” He kissed my cheek but it felt cruel. “And you will be sorry.”

* * *

The game was drawing to an end with both teams tied. Keiran was standing by the players on the bench talking to a few guys. I noticed they liked to look to him for playing advice and tips even though he wasn’t a football player. It’s amazing the type of admiration he gets around here. But then…I was the only one he was ever cruel to. Sure he’d been in many fights but what guy hasn’t? Still, Keiran was looked up to as some kind of role model and I didn’t understand it.

After he promised to punish me, he walked me over to the stands with an order not to move. I looked around for Willow but didn’t see her in the immediate area. I wasn’t able to call her since Keiran had taken my phone yet again. I did, however, see Dash standing by one of the cheerleaders with his hand on her ass. I shook my head in disgust at him, Keiran, and most of all myself. I knew how they were using her for payback against me still I didn’t warn her away. I really felt as if I didn’t have a choice. I just prayed Willow would forgive me in the end. It was the only way to protect them both.

“Lake?”

My name was called and I instantly recognized the voice followed by a sense of dread. This day couldn’t get any worse. I turned my head to the sound of the voice and saw a lanky form with a mop of brown curly hair, wearing a green and blue plaid button up and distressed jeans, standing at the end of the stands. A wide smile spread across his face when my eyes met his.

“Don’t tell me you forgot about me already,” he joked when I continued to stare at him. I knew who it was but I was silently praying it wouldn’t be him.

“Jesse?” I asked, reluctantly thought I didn’t have to.

“You are correct, but I’m hurt.” He placed a hand to his heart and made his way up the bleachers toward me.

“Wh – what are you doing here?”

“You just keep digging the knife in deeper sweetheart. Maybe you should give it a little twist. I missed you too,” he said sarcastically.

“I’m sorry, Jesse. You can’t be here. This isn’t a good time.”

I looked around nervously but Keiran’s back was still turned. He was talking to one of the coaches. I didn’t see any of his henchmen anywhere but I couldn’t take that risk, not after how he acted at my job…or rather former job.

“Because of him? Where is he anyway? I’d like to meet him.”

“You can’t!”

“Jeez, Lake. You’re fucking shaking. Did he hurt you?”

“No, Jesse. Just please go. You have to understand.”

“I understand alright. What is he doing to you?”

“I can’t answer that.”

“What do you mean you can’t answer that?” His voice had risen, causing a few people to turn around. If he got any louder Keiran would hear him eventually.

“Lower your voice. I’m fine. He hasn’t hurt me.”

“Willow said it was a risk bringing you here but I didn’t expect…I thought he was bullying you again. There is something else isn’t there?”

I didn’t answer him and instead kept an eye on Keiran. “I can help you, Lake.”

I shook my head. “No you can’t. I have it under control, just please go.”

“No.” He stated firmly.

“No? What do you mean no? Go!”

“Do you realize you’re rhyming?” he chuckled.

“Jesse!”

“Lake, I’m not going anywhere. In fact, I’m going to have a talk with him.”

“You’re what?” I shrieked. “Please don’t do that.”

“When are you going to stand up to him, Lake? You can’t be that weak!” he said, frustration lacing his voice.

“Excuse me?”

“What could he possibly do to you besides spread rumors?”

Hurt my aunt. Hurt Willow. Hurt me.

“You don’t know him. You don’t –”

“You’re right, I don’t. But I can find out.” With that he trudged down the bleachers toward the field and began walking across it. While the game was playing!

“Jesse, stop!”

I wasn’t as brave or as crazy as he was but I quickly ran around the track to try to intercept him. The crowd in the stands was throwing a fit and some of the players had a few choice words for Jesse. Some of them from school recognized him and greeted him even though he basically interrupted the game and ruined the play. This of course caught Keiran’s attention. If he was surprised he didn’t show it as he looked directly at Jesse. His eyebrow rose and a smirk crossed his face. Damn, it. He would know exactly who Jesse was by now.

“Masters,” Jesse called, walking up to him. “I want to talk to you.” Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

Keiran gave the football coach a look and he walked away immediately, which was seriously ridiculous. “So talk,” Keiran said, crossing his arms.

“Jesse, no. Let’s go.” He ignored me and squared up with Keiran.

“You need to leave her alone.”

“Why would I do that?”

The air around us was charged with tension and people were beginning to notice the tension between Jesse and Keiran all but forgetting the game was happening. Even the players had stopped playing.

This was bad. I had to stop this….somehow. “Guys that's enough. You're causing a scene,” I scolded, stating the obvious. Real genius, Lake.

Jesse glared at me while Keiran watched me silently with no expression. That was the biggest sign that he was planning something bad, specifically to me.

“I'm taking her home,” Jesse gritted turning back to Keiran. Keiran passed a fleeting look to Jesse, then me. He looked bored when he leaned back against the metal stands, casually.

“You do that.” He stated, shocking us both. He nodded his head toward the field and I could hear the beginnings of the game restarting, along with a lot of mumbling and hushed voices.

I didn't know what to say as I stared at him. His attention was already refocused on the game. Keiran wasn't one to be told what to do so I knew something was up because he moved in silence, never showing his hand. Jesse thought he had the upper hand now but he didn't know how wrong he was.

Jesse walked over to me and grabbed my hand. Funny thing was; I didn't want his hand on mine. I didn't want him to touch me at all. Not even in a friendly way. I wasn't mad at Jesse for helping me but I didn’t want to be touched by anyone else.

He turned with me and tossed over his shoulder as he walked away. “Stay away from her.”

“Don't push it, Fitzgerald.” Jesse stopped and turned to face Keiran again. “Take your hand off her. She's mine.”

"She isn't property to be owned." Jesse argued. Keiran laughed, stood up and sauntered over to us, his eyes locked with mine the entire way.

“Well then you've never had Monroe,” he said cockily. My hand itched to slap him. I knew the meaning of his words and I guess Jesse did to when his eyes flew to me accusingly. “Everything about her is meant to be owned. She makes you want to own her because she likes that type of control.” He grinned at me, sneakily. “Don't you, Monroe?”

When he reached me, he grabbed my neck right there in front of the view of others and leaned down to whisper in my ear.

“Let go of his hand and maybe I'll let you come tonight when I fuck you.” I immediately wrestled my hand from Jesse, cursing the fact that I wanted him. “Good girl,” he praised. “I wouldn't want to have to fuck up your little friend and have a real reason to go to jail. No one touches you. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whispered. I hated the eagerness apparent in my voice.

“I'll see you later,” he said. His words were both threatening and lustful and I since learned they were one in the same with him and me.

* * *

“I'm sorry, Lake. I thought he could help!” I signed and shook my head.

“It's okay, Willow, at least there wasn't blood spilled,” I said as I spoke into the phone.

It had been an hour since Jesse brought me home. I apologized to him and made him leave immediately. I wasn’t dumb enough to rock the boat. I was just one incident shy of being sent to the crazy house. I tried to catch up on homework but my nervousness wouldn't let me concentrate.

Willow had called me wanting to see how things went and I tried not to let my frustration with her show. She was just being a friend but Keiran now thinks I didn't obey him and worse...he thinks I lied to him about breaking my friendship with Willow. How could he think a ten-year friendship like ours could be so easily broken anyway?

“Where did you disappear to anyway?” The other line became so quiet that I had the check to see if we were still connected. “Willow?”