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As quietly as I can manage, I slip on my shoes and grab my keys off the dresser. The stairs creak under my footsteps but thankfully, as I get to the bottom, there's no movement from upstairs. They're probably sound asleep again by now.
Bastards.
It only takes ten minutes to get to Kennedy's dorm. Fortunately, the security guard knows who I am and lets me through. He must think we're still together otherwise, he would have told me to go home and come back during the day when she can sign me in herself.
The hallway is empty as I reach her floor, but what else would you expect at four in the morning? She's probably going to kill me for waking her up at this hour, but I can't help it. I need to see she's okay.
That she's safe.
That she's breathing.
That I didn't ruin her.
I knock lightly on the door at first, but there's no movement on the other side of the door. Raising my fist, I knock a little harder.
“Kennedy?”
Still nothing.
Fear and anxiety start to take over as I pound on the door. All I can picture is that she's in there, lifeless and cold. I shout her name as my fist beats on the door. Finally, someone across the hall yanks their door open and their eyes narrow on me.
“Can you shut the fuck up?” a girl sneers. “She's not in there.”
My brows furrow. “Where is she?”
“Fuck if I know.”
I open my mouth to respond, but I don't get a chance to as she slams the door shut again and turns the lock.
Fantastic.
Maybe she slept over at Tye's. They've always been close, but Amelia said Kennedy feels like it's easier to vent to Tye since she's not inclined to feel bad for me. Not going to lie, it sucks to know she's talking shit about me, but at least I'm still on her mind.
Resting my back against the door, I slide down until I'm sitting on the ground. I'll just wait here until she gets back. Then I can see that she's all right and stop letting my thoughts eat me alive. Who knows, maybe she'll even give me the time of day.
I WAKE TO THEfeeling of someone's hand on my arm. It's warm, yet sends shivers down my spine. My eyes blink open slowly, and the blurry image of Kennedy in front of me becomes clear. It all comes back to me in an instant.
The nightmare.
The pure, unadulterated fear.
The need to come check on her.
“Shit, sorry,” I tell her, forcing myself awake and jumping to my feet. “I didn't mean to fall asleep.”
“What are you doing here, Easton?”
“I, uh...”
Throughout the decision to come here, and the whole way over, I never figured out what I was going to say when I got here. It's not that she doesn't know I have nightmares. She's woken me up from enough of them as I was thrashing around in bed. It's just, we've never spoken about what they entail. Burdening her with my demons was never in the plans.
Still isn't.
Hell, even if it was, seeing her standing in front of me, it all fades away. My lungs feel like they double in size as I'm finally able to breathe again. She looks exhausted, like she hasn't gotten much sleep lately, and still, she's gorgeous.
“Is everything okay?” she asks.
The concern that laces her voice spurs hope inside my chest. If she still cares, there's still a chance for us, isn't there? I could still fix this.
