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I nod at him, my head spinning. I feel like he's told me a lot but nothing, all at the same time. I turn to leave, knowing from the narrowing of his eyes that I'm not going to get anything else from him.
"Kennedy's birthday," he says when my hand touches the door handle. "Her friend is going to plan a party at the bar. That's our night. That's the night you get your girl back."
I want to ask more, but I know it's pointless. He'll tell me the details when he thinks I need to know them.
"I hope you're right, I hope I really can trust you," I mutter before ripping the door open and storming out.
The slam of my bedroom door echoes around the silence of my room. I fall down on my bed, trying to get my head around everything that's happened tonight, all the while trying not to let my mind wander to what might have occurred after I walked away from her.
She went straight back into his arms, I have no doubt of that. But did he know I was there? Did he know she was with me? And if so, how exactly is he going to punish her for it?
My stomach turns over once more, and I'm just about to run to the toilet when my cell vibrates.
K: I know. Me too.
"Fuuuuuuuck," I scream. I need to do something, but what can I do. What the fuck is going to make this any better?
I jump from the bed and strip out of my clothes on my way to the bathroom. I turn the shower on as hot as it will go and stand under the stream, allowing the water to burn my skin.
I need the pain. I just wish I could take hers away, because I already know that what I can do to myself pales in comparison to what she's going through right now.
When I get back into my bedroom with my skin still tingling in pain, I know that there's no way I'm going to be able to wait until her birthday. I know it's selfish when I'm putting others at risk, but as far as I see it right now, Kenny getting hurt worse than she already has been is the biggest risk.
He took her to my fucking fight and forced himself on her. She might not have admitted to anything else or been showing any other obvious injuries, but I'd be stupid to think that it wasn't happening and that it's not immediately about to get worse.
Grabbing my cell from the bed, I start a group message.
Conner: I need you to organize something for me. I need to see her for longer this time. Somewhere private.
Levi: You're playing with fire, man.
Shelbie: I'm on it.
Jay: Whatever you need.
A smile twitches at my lips. I have no fucking clue what I'm going to do. All I know is that I need to make up for tonight.
She deserves more than how I treated her. More than my anger.
Chapter Seventeen
Kennedy
A dark thunder cloud hangs over us most of the weekend. Every time Warren looks at me, I swear he knows.
It’s not possible. He was too drunk and high to know who or what he was fucking at the party, let alone that Conner was there.
Conner.
My heart cracks into tiny shards, remembering how angry he’d been with me. The rough sex didn’t bother me, I could handle that. Hell, I liked that. It was the things he said, the pain glittering in his eyes as he stared at me.
After he’d abandoned me in the woods, Levi had found me and took me back to the party. Warren had come out of the tree line a while later, the slut hanging off his arm. He took one look at Levi and almost lost it.
But Levi hadn’t backed down this time. He’d railed Warren for leaving me alone in the woods, and then he’d offered to drive us home.
To my disbelief, Warren had agreed.
As soon as he’d passed out, I’d tiptoed out of bed and retrieved the cell phone Conner had given me, burying it in the hidden zip compartment of my toiletry bag and shoving it in my drawer of the dresser.
