Page 134 of You Said I Was Your Favorite

She nods.

“How? What happened?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” She lifts one shoulder in a halfhearted shrug, staring off into space like she’s not even paying attention to me.

Or anything.

Fear ripples through me and I drop my hands from her face, stepping back. “Where do you want me to take you?”

“To the doctor. That urgent care in town? Maybe they can help me.”

“You don’t want to see the nurse on campus?”

Daisy shakes her head. “I don’t want to answer her questions.”

What the hell?

“I’ll take you,” I say firmly.

“We’ll have to miss class.”

“I don’t care.”

She waves a hand at me. “Do you want to change out of your uniform?”

“It’s fine. Come on, let’s go. I’m worried about you.”

She lets me take her hand and lead her out of the house, and we stop by my room to grab my car keys. I end up getting rid of my jacket and tie and pull on a sweatshirt, my movements hurried, my brain scrambling.

Something is definitely up, and I wish she would just tell me what it is. I watch her out of the corner of my eye and she’s not paying any attention to me. She just stands there quietly, her eyes glazed over, her movements slow. Almost as if her arms and legs are weighted down and it’s freaking me the fuck out.

Daisy isn’t acting right. At all.

We’re in my car and halfway to town when she finally murmurs, “I should call Vivian and tell her we’re not going to be at school today.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I reassure her, reaching out to settle my hand on her knee. She flinches at my touch and I immediately remove my hand, confused at her reaction. Her mood. Something is definitely wrong, but she’s not talking.

She’s not listening either.

I try to concentrate on the road, but I can’t help trying to sneak looks at her every few minutes. She stares straight ahead, her expression blank, her skin pale, the red jagged cuts standing out. A million questions run through my head, but I can’t work up the nerve to ask her, too worried over what she might say.

Or what she might not say. I don’t know what’s freakier.

We finally arrive at the urgent care clinic in the town closest to campus, and the moment I park the car, Daisy opens the passenger door and walks right out, not saying a word. I scramble to grab my keys and follow her out, walking right past her to open the door to the building. She enters and makes her way to the front desk and I hover behind as she speaks to the receptionist. Hating how the woman eyes me suspiciously, like I’m the reason all of those cuts are on Daisy’s face.

This is fucking killing me. The not knowing, the suspicion that’s being cast upon me.

I’m just trying to support Daisy during her time of need. It’s like she’s purposely keeping me in the dark and I don’t get why. I deserve to know what’s going on. I don’t buy her story that she did this to herself. What changed between her going home last night and her texting me this morning? Did she get into a fight with her dad?

Alarm fills me. Did her father do this to her?

No. Ralph is a good guy. A calm, nice guy. He wouldn’t harm a hair on Daisy’s head. He loves her.

“I need to fill this out.” Daisy clutches a clipboard in her hands with a bunch of forms clipped on it and I follow her to the waiting area, both of us settling into chairs right next to each other.

While she fills out the forms, I’m texting with the attendance office at school, letting them know I’m out with Daisy and I took her to the doctor. Of course, the lady who works in the office told me I can’t excuse Daisy, that she’ll have to call in, and I said I’d have her call soon.

Road blocks all morning, I swear.

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