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I could feel my tension rising. "I know that," I replied, rubbing my forehead in frustration. "But I don't see howmebeing here has anything to do with that." I grit my teeth.
"Wait a minute. Don't tell me you're there to seeher?" she hisses in disgust.
"Skylar, don't start."
"No, you don't start!" Skylar's voice raises an octave, and I have to pull the phone away from my ear. "Are you going to fuck her?"
"Jesus, Skylar!" I run my hands down my face. "She's still a teenager, for fuck's sake."
Her voice drips with venom as she spits out, "That's the wrong answer." She continues, her voice rising in frustration. "Why do you always run to her? Why can't you let her be and give me the attentionIdeserve?"
I rest my head against the headrest and scream internally.
"Skylar, we're not together!" I yell, my frustration growing with each passing second.
"How can you say that?" she protests, her tone strained and unconvincing.
Are you fucking kidding me?
"Ugh! Fine. Whatever." Skye whines in annoyance. "But you can't ignore me forever. We have a contract, Mav. We—"
"I’m not doing this." I don't wait for her to finish and hang up. Skylar calls again, but I ignore it and tuck my phone back into my pocket. I step out of the car and walk across the lawn and up the steps to Scar's house. I knock three times and wait for a response.
Nothing.
I ring the doorbell twice.
Still nothing.
I peek into the side window panel of the front door for any signs of movement, but it's deadly still.
Too quiet.
I knock harder this time and call out her name. "Scar? Please open the door."
I take the chance and turn the doorknob.
Bingo.
The door creaks open.
"Damnit, Scar," I mutter as I enter the unlocked house. "Scar?" I close the door behind me.
I walk through the living room to the kitchen and find it empty. I take the stairs two at a time and call her name again.
No response.
Maybe she's at work.
I pull out my phone and send a text message to Gem.
Gem: No, she called off today. What's going on, and why are you in her house?
I don't respond and walk toward her bedroom. I press my ear against the door and knock.
"Scar, please open the door."
When I don’t get a response, I open the door, stick my head through the crack, and find it empty.
