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We are the best, and you need to start acting like it.
You are above everyone else. Not beneath them.
Anger shoots through my veins as I hear my father’s voice in my ear as clearly as the way he shouted those words at me.
“Red, it’s me. Open up. Please.” I shout, resting my palm on the door as I step closer, as if that’ll help her hear me.
Nothing.
The master key Kara mentioned burns red hot in my pocket.
I’ve been carrying it around with me since the girls first asked for me to check on her.I knew she wouldn’t willingly open the door to me.And that has nothing to do with her recent loss and everything to do with how I acted when she kissed me a few minutes prior to her getting that phone call.
I freaked out. There is no other way to explain what happened the moment she reached up on her toes and brushed her lips against mine.
I wanted it.
Fuck me, did I want it.
It’s all I’ve thought about for weeks. Months even.
Abi has entwined herself into my life in a way that no other has before. And I allowed it, willingly.
She’s been in my room. Fuck. She slept in my bed. No girl ever sleeps in my bed. Yet I let her and I took the fucking couch like an idiot.
Whenever she’s around, all I want to do is pull her into my arms, feel the warmth of her body against mine. Take her beautiful face in my hands and brush my lips against that scar that runs down her cheek, trace it with my tongue.
She hides it. Maybe not so much since she’s become friends with the girls, but it’s still obvious that she’s embarrassed by it. But it’s beautiful.
She’s beautiful.
Strong.
Breathtaking.
And you are standing out here like a fucking pussy.
Digging my hand into my pocket, I pull the master key free.Before I change my mind, I tap it against the panel and watch as the light turns green.
My stomach knots, but I don’t back out. Not this time.
Pushing the handle, I crack the door open.The second I do, her sweet, addictive scent floods my nose.It’s the encouragement I need to push the door even wider.
“Red?”
But there is still no answer.
The room is dark, the curtains closed. I can only just about make out the shapes of the furniture.
“Red?” Stepping further inside the room, I quietly close the door behind me and move toward the bed.
My eyes adjust to the darkness, allowing me to see the lump in the bed.
Nervously, I move closer. I’m sure the last thing she wants is for me to wake her. But I figure that if I see her sleeping peacefully and looking like herself then it’ll settle my concern over her well-being and I can leave happy that she’s looking after herself.
But when I get there, I don’t find her red hair fanned out over the pillow. Reaching out, I gently press against the lump and quickly discover that it doesn’t belong to a person; instead it’s just more pillows.
Fumbling with the light on the nightstand, I flick it on and flood the room with light.My breath catches as I look around.It doesn’t look like anyone is living here.There is one bag sitting inside the open wardrobe. But that is it. There’s nothing on the desk, the shelves, the windowsill.
