Page 28 of Fear the Reapers


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HARLEIGH

For the next few days,I stayed close to my room, the walls providing a sense of security. I didn’t care if it made me look weak. Not that anyone would dare accuse me of it. During that time, my room had somewhat of a revolving door. After I woke up screaming in fear during the first night, Dimitri and Hunter made sure I was never alone during the night again.

The only two people I hadn’t spent much time with were Brax and Liam. Even though I grasped why they weren’t around, I still felt an emptiness without my best friend. I also longed for the person who had effortlessly become part of my life again, even though we were on opposite sides of the law, like a thorn in my side.

Neither of them could spend much time near the clubhouse, for obvious reasons. By the fourth day, I was so nervous I could barely stand it and finally decided to go see one of them, though the thought of leaving the security of the clubhouse had my heart feeling like it might try to claw its way out of my chest. Then maybe the other one. Coincidentally, they lived on the same block, and their homes were just a few houses apart.

Go figure.

With a plan in mind, I jumped out of bed and felt around the floor for my phone. I squinted my eyes and raked my memory before I remembered where I had seen it, and then I quickly texted Liam.

Me:

What’re you up to?

Liam:

Nothing.

Me:

Be there in 20.

Liam:

Finally leaving your fortress of solitude?

Me:

Hardy har. BTW, better clean up the Cheezies, I doubt I’ll be allowed to come alone.

Liam:

It was one time!

Me:

Tell that to my favourite white jeans.

Liam:

It’s your own damned fault for wearing a pair of jeans from the 80s. Where’d you find them, anyway?

The bargain bin at value village?

Did they come with a crimping iron and leg warmers?

Me:

Fuck off

Liam:

And she’s back! See you in 20 mins.

I let my phone flop onto the end of the bed and approached the closet, the floorboards creaking under my weight. I usually had a good idea of what I wanted to wear, but for some reason, I couldn’t decide today as I dug through my pile of clothes.

I stood there frozen, my head leaning against one of the sliding doors, feeling like a fool.

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