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Disgustingly, insanely.
I wonder what the hell is wrong with me, and how I could possibly allow a man who tried to kill my best friend between my legs. I think about him with horror in my mind and dread in my soul, yet the moment we come together, I forget about everything wrong, and it just feels so right.
I shake my head, grabbing the drink Posie extends to me.
We’re sitting in a treehouse the guys built in high school. This was the hangout before they found the abandoned ship, and we still use it to get away.
The large treehouse has a swinging ladder leading up to the main level. It expands between four large evergreen trees. Inside we’ve brought black and white rugs, a few small tables, two beanbag chairs, and battery-operated lamps. There’s another ladder inside, which leads to a small loft with a mattress. And string lights that hang all across the ceiling.
With Band of Horses playing in the background, I swing my legs over the edge, the air chilly up here as the ends of the large trees sway in the wind.
“You okay, Lake?” Posie asks, sitting on the steps behind me.
I take a sip of my drink. “I don’t know, honestly,” I say from the doorway, staring out into the rocky ocean. I can’t tell them what I’ve done. And though I don’t want it to happen again, the dark part of me knows it will, and excitement makes my skin tingle.
Ugh.
Turning toward Eloise, I want the attention to be on anyonebutme. “So, tell us what’s going on, El.”
Eloise frowns as she sits up. Her fingers go to the zipper of her sweatshirt at her neck, and she unzips it, pulling the fabric to her sides.
Our eyes widen simultaneously. She turns to the side, her face twisting in discomfort as her fingers go to the edge of the bandage. She pulls it back gently, and all I can see is a stitched-up wound, but I know what happened.
Anger rolls through me, and I clench my hands at my sides.Fuck, I want to kill him.
“It was so scary,” she whispers as she places her bandage back in place. She zips up her sweatshirt, covering the wounds on her chest. “I really thought I was going to die.”
“I bet,” Vienna grunts, pain in her eyes as she swallows down half of her drink.
“That wasn’t it, though. The energy coming from him was so angry, and the words he said…” she trails off, looking down.
My brow furrows. “He spoke to you?” I tense, my fingers gripping my drink tightly as I stare at her.
What could he have possibly said?
She glances back at me, as if she was lost in her thoughts. “He told me it was only the beginning. That what he was doing was only the beginning.” She shivers, her eyes growing dark.
“Beginning of what?” Posie asks with narrowed eyes.
Eloise’s eyes turn watery, and she bats away the tears before they can fall. “I don’t know, but I’m really hoping I never find out.”
“Could someone have been there that night? Someone who may have seen us?” Vienna asks, her lips pursing as she thinks back.
I think back to last night, how the girl the slasher had in his grip had my shoes—which are now firmly shoved into the back of my closet to never come out.
Though, she had more calculated eyes than I thought anyone did. People saw us. Even if they weren’t there that night, people must have seen us.
I shake my head. “Someone had to have seen us, right?”
“I don’t know who else it could be,” Posie whispers.
The air grows cool, and we all turn silent.
“I don’t like this at all,” Eloise says. “I just wish things could go back to how they used to be. When life was easy, and we weren’t killers.”
Unfortunately, there’s no coming back from this.
What we’ve done is written in stone; now we just have to figure out how to survive this.
