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I gave Knox all the information on my best friend Becca. She’s amazing at what she does, and I knew she would make sure Kinsley felt comfortable opening up to her.
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Two movies later,and Kinsley is passed out on the couch. She looks so peaceful––I don’t want to wake her. I grab a blanket from a chair across from the couch and put it over her. When I hear the front door open, my whole body tenses up.
“Please don’t be him,” I whisper to myself, shooting a prayer up.
I flip off the TV and the light before tiptoeing out of the room. I’m hoping I can get to the front door without whoever just got home finding me.
“Sophia?”
I’m afraid his voice will always send a shiver down my body. The house is dark. I don’t know where he is, but he has to be close.
“Yeah?” I respond.
“What are you doing here?” His tone is hard, causing me to flinch.
“I was watching a movie with Kinsley. She fell asleep,” I tell him, even though I don’t feel like I owe him an explanation.
“It looks like you’re sneaking out. Are you sure you were here for Kinsley? Or was it Kane this time?” His voice is laced with venom.
He’ll never forgive me for what happened seven years ago, and I’m sure he’d be pleased to know that I’ll never forgive myself either.
“Fuck you, Knox,” I say, trying desperately to get to the front door.
My heart is hammering in my chest, my eyes burning with the threat of tears. I feel ashamed, even though I have no reason to.
The tension between us is thick in the air, and I swear he can hear my heart beating.
He must have been closer than I thought, because I feel his fingers wrap around my wrist.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask, tears stinging at my eyes.
“Doing what? I just want to talk,” he insists.
“You never just want to talk, Knox. I’ve seen you twice since I moved back and both times you looked at me like I was scum. What could we possibly have to talk about?” I sigh, defeated.
“I said I want to talk, Sophie.” He calls me by the nickname he gave me, like it leaves a bad taste in his mouth.
It breaks my heart to hear that name fall from his lips. It doesn’t sound the same as it used to, and it’s almost as if it’s painful for him to say.
“Knox, I’m tired of this game you’re playing.” I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, heat flushing through my body.
“How am I playing games? I’ve barely had any interaction with you since I found out you were home.” He grits his teeth, anger coursing through his body.
“What about last night? The way you acted. Everything is a game to you. It always has been.” I scoff, moving into the kitchen––anything to get as far away from him as I can.
I think back to dinner last night. The way he embarrassed me in front of his family. The anger that everyone could see radiating from his body. His hatred for me was evident. My mind drifts back to last night, cringing at the thought.
“Why are you even here, Sophia?” Knox asks, cornering me in the hallway upstairs.
“Your sister invited me. You seem to be the only person that has a problem with me showing up,” I tell him, standing taller on my feet.
“I guess you can’t tell you’re not wanted. You’re making everything awkward,” he spits out, anger in his eyes.
It feels like my heart falls to my stomach, hearing him talk to me like this. It’s not like him. I know he’s still angry about what happened all those years ago, but how long is he going to punish me for that? I was a kid.
“Fuck you, Knox,” I say, turning on my heels.
