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“That’s it, walk away,” he shouts, throwing his arms out wide. “I break up with you, and you don’t care. I tell you I’m cheating on you, and you don’t even blink.”
I clench my hands into fists. “You know what? We’re done—so fucking done.”
I don’t stand around to listen to him shout abuse at me. Instead, I rush out the room, towards the back garden. I knock into a hard body, and arms reach out to steady me. I glance up through blurry vision to see Banner looking down at me with his deep hazel eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
His eyebrows crease together before glancing behind me. “Are you okay?”
I nod, shoving out of his grip, and exit through the patio doors. A few people are milling around, but a sudden shouting match at the front of the house has them leaving to investigate.
I furiously wipe at my cheeks, hating myself for being so weak. I should be happy I finally found out who sold the drugs to my sister. Drugs which killed her.
But all I feel is empty.
The lone stone bench under a large tree looks inviting, secluded, even though it’s still close to the house. I walk over and sit down, dropping my head into my hands, breathing in and out slowly.
The night air is still, chilly, but it’s good to feel something—anything.
“What the fuck did you say?” I hear roared into the darkness, and spin around to find Darren—the guy who killed my sister—storming towards me from the side of the house with angry strides.
She may have taken the drugs, but he’s the one who tempted her, the reason she was around them in the first place. I don’t know whether she was hooked—I couldn’t bear to read any more of her diary—but I do know he tempted her, made many promises and told her they were safe. She only mentioned taking them once in the diary, and she also wrote about being in love with the person who sold them to her, writing about how he understood her. He was also the one who broke her heart when she discovered he had a girlfriend, despite being in a relationship with her. It wasn’t until tonight that I found out it was Darren.
“Stay the fuck away from me, Darren. Your secret’s out. I’ve already sent the photo to the police, and to Lake. You’re a fucking murderer,” I scream, getting up.
He reaches for me, and while before I hadn’t been paying attention, too lost in the hollowness trying to consume me, he’s got all my focus now.
The fury in his face has me stepping back, but I’m too late. He grabs my arm in a tight grip, pulling me roughly towards him. His pupils are huge, and so black he looks demonic.
“I’ve lost Lake because of you. She won’t even talk to me. She thinks I’m a murderer. You and your fucking crazy theories. You need to keep your mouth fucking shut.”
I bite back a grimace of pain. “Never!”
He shakes me like a ragdoll, before pushing with such force my feet lift from the ground and I fly backwards, landing on the grass with a grunt.
I look up at him, horrified. He’s always been a bit of an arsehole, but I never thought he’d be capable of this.
“You need to delete that picture,” he tells me, walking over to where I lie on the ground. I shrink back as he comes closer and lean up on my hands.
“Darren, you need to pay for what you did,” I bite out, struggling not scream at him and make him angrier. I also don’t take my eyes off him, not trusting him for a second.
He screams, sounding like an animal in pain. I flinch, trying to slap his hands away when he reaches for me.
A sharp pain to my leg has me crying out, giving him the opportunity to grab me. My scalp feels like it’s on fire as he grasps a chunk of my hair and drags me further into the darkness of the garden, no longer in sight of the house, the scent of roses and freshly cut grass so at odds with my pain and fear.
I panic, my fingers digging into his wrists, hoping he’ll loosen his grip or let me go all together.
“Darren, what are you doing?” I cry out.
“Are you going to tell them you lied?” he asks, dropping me to the ground.
I wince, lifting a hand to my sore scalp. I glance up at him, angry he would ask this of me. “You killed my sister. Did you really think I’d let you get away with it? I read her diary, you know. I know all about your cheating on Lake, and so does she,” I tell him, glaring.
“You little fucking slut,” he screams, pulling at his hair.
I try to get up, but his eyes shoot to me, looking crazed and dark. Like a footballer booting a ball into its goal, he kicks me. He kicks me with such force I roll over, winded and in shock.
I get up on all fours, needing to get out of here, but before I can move, hands pull me back by my dress. I hear a seam rip, the dress loosening from my body. And as I roll over, trying to hide my bare skin, I feel a different kind of fear snake through me.
