AllFreeNovel
Share Us
But the second the darkness consumes me, the only thing I see is the image on my phone.
It guts me all over again.
A roar rips from my throat, and I spin around and turn the cold faucet on to splash my face, but I freeze when my eyes land on the object in the sink.
My knife.
The knives I’ve been fucking hiding from him.
* * *
“Thought you’d climbed out the window in there or some shit,” Ez deadpans, when I finally emerge having barely got a handle on my raging emotions.
One second I’m consumed with so much anger I’m not sure how I keep myself from storming out the house and finding that motherfucker. Then the next, I’m drowning in so much guilt I can barely move my legs and force myself forward.
“Is he coming?” I ask, my voice hoarse and broken.
A deep frown creases Ezra’s brow as he watches me approach a still-unconscious JD.
“Y-yeah. He’s on his way. Didn’t want to ditch out of class early, but I told him it was serious.”
Dropping my ass to the bed, I keep my eyes on my best friend.
The color of his skin and the dark shadows around his eyes make me feel sick. And knowing he did this with one of my knives.
I shake my head, wishing I knew what was going on in his head to make him do this.
Sure, I have a good clue from looking at that diary entry, but knowing JD, that’ll only have been the half of it.
“What’s going on, Reid? You’re hiding shit and I don’t like it.”
“Get Dev here too. It’s time we all talk.”
His chin drops, but no words spill free for a second or two.
“Shit. This really is serious, isn’t it?”
Scrubbing my hand down my face, I scratch the hair covering my jaw.
“More than I want to admit,” I say the words so quietly he probably wouldn’t hear them if the room wasn’t so deathly quiet.
“Whatever it is, we’ve got your back,” he promises me. “The Harris boys stick together, you know that.”
A bitter laugh spills from my lips.
“You know, he’s going to have to return at some point,” Ez mutters, talking about our youngest, absent brother. “Maybe now could be the time.”
“He’s—”
“Bro, it’s like… late and shit. Get your ass out of bed. You’re needed at the house of terror,” Ez barks into his cell, stopping me from saying anything more about our little brother.
“He’s coming. Will probably smell like a fucking garbage can.”
“What’s new,” I deadpan.
“You finished with this?” he asks, gesturing to my plate.
“Yeah. I can’t stomach it.”
