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Break. His. Heart.
My body crumpled onto the toilet as I read the words over and over. She didn’t mean… She couldn’t. There was no way. I wouldn’t do it. My fingers flew over the screen.
No.
It bleeped again.
You have until the end of the week. End. It.
The room started spinning, and I dragged air into my lungs as I tried to focus. Kendall wanted me to break up with Evan, but it was more than that. She wanted me to hurt him. After everything we’d been through, he wouldn’t just let me walk away. Evan would demand answers. He’d push and push until I told him the truth, and she knew that. But if I did something to hurt him, something to make him question everything…
I couldn’t do it.
I’d rather see the look of disgust in his eyes when he found out the truth.
A fresh wave of pain washed over me. There was too much at stake—and Kendall didn’t even realize the power she held by discovering those photos. If I didn’t do it, and the photographs came out, it could jeopardize everything my parents had done for me. People would ask questions, and Kane Larson would become real again and not just a monster in my dreams. Not to mention the fact she could report Ellen. She could ruin Evan and Eli’s lives.
Another text came through, and my finger hovered over the screen.
Are you okay? Class started.
Evan.
Loyal, protective, selfless Evan. If I hurt him, it would destroy him. I’d come to realize over the past few months that Evan needed me as much as I needed him.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I texted him back.
I’m not feeling so good. Going to go home and sleep it off.
Wait for class to finish, and I’ll take you?
I didn’t reply.
* * *
Mom came and got me from school. The atmosphere was icy between us. But it was the least of my worries.
“You look pale. Maybe you caught the bug Evan had?” Saying his name almost choked her.
“Maybe.” I rolled my head to the window and pressed it against the glass fogged with condensation.
“Becca, about yesterday…”
“Not now, Mom.”
“Okay.” Her voice was small, and we rode the rest of the way in silence.
When she parked, I climbed out and made my way up to the house, each step like trudging through quicksand.
“Something came for you earlier. I still don’t like it, Becca, but I think maybe I underestimated Evan.”
“What?”
Mom unlocked the door and pushed it open. “Come on. You’ll see.”
I followed her into the kitchen, and the thud of my pulse against my skull destabilized.
“You really don’t look well. Maybe I should take you to the medical center?”
