Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I felt physically sick once I walked out of the interrogation room.
When we got home, Kaleb, Krista, and Emily were watching Flash on Netflix. "Is dinner ready?"
Krista nodded in answer to her mom, not ripping her eyes from the television screen. I was about to follow Miss Brinson into the dining room when Kaleb's voice pulled me to a stop. "Hey, Tracey, can I talk to you for a moment?"
I didn't want to be alone with anyone right now. I was still shaken up from the mall incident, and I definitely wasn’t feeling any better after having just recited what happened to me. I just wanted to go to bed, but I knew Kaleb's mom would want me to eat first.
I slowly turned around to face him, my muscles tensed, ready to escape at any moment. Kaleb had never wanted to talk to me alone before. I was scared of what he wanted to say to me that he couldn't say in front of anyone else.
He ran a hand through his hair. He took a step toward me, making my body go rigid. "What do you see in Trevor?" His random question shocked me. I sure as hell hadn’t been expecting that.
That question blew me away. I saw a lot in Trevor. For one, he could relate to me. He knew about the darkness that always tried to consume me. He knew about my scars. I felt comfortable around Trevor. There was a safeness about him that I couldn't find around anyone else.
"Why do you ask?" I watched him warily, not wanting to answer his question since it really wasn’t any of his business.
"There's nothing special about him." I tensed at his angry tone. "He's just a typical bad boy. Do you know how many girls he's slept with?"
Yes, I did. Trevor's one-night stands were no secret to anyone. He was popular with just about all of the girls in our school, and I had heard numerous stories about him.
Did it bother me? No. So what if he slept around? That was before he met me, and as far as I knew, he hadn't bothered with anyone else after laying his eyes on me.
"I don't care.”
Jealousy flared in Kaleb's eyes, mixing with his anger. I took a step back from him on instinct. "It's not fucking fair that he fucking got you." My eyes widened at his words. "He always fucking gets what I want. I was the first person to notice you. I was the only person that gave a shit about what happened to you!" He was yelling now, and my heart was racing, the beat of it almost choking me. "It's not fucking fair! I fucking cared about you first! I liked you first! Why in the hell does he get you?!"
I didn't know where this was all coming from all of a sudden, but all I knew was that I was fucking terrified of Kaleb at that moment.
I whimpered when he took a step forward again. My arms came up to cover my face on instinct, and I slid down the wall, tears building up in my eyes. I could feel the familiar tightening of my chest as my breathing became short and shallow.
I was having a panic attack.
Kaleb's mom ran into the room and yanked Kaleb back from me, putting a good amount of distance between us. "What is wrong with you, boy?!"
Kaleb ran a hand through his hair and stormed out of the house, slamming the front door loudly behind him. I got up and ran up the stairs to my room, slamming the bedroom door closed behind me and locking it. I slid down it and pulled my knees up to my chest, burying my face in my arms and crying.
I thought I could trust Kaleb somewhat.
I thought he wouldn't hurt me.
Yet, for some reason tonight, the Kaleb I knew was gone and was replaced by this Kaleb that terrified me.
I got up from my spot on the floor, tears still pouring down my face. I fished my phone out of my pocket and scrolled through my contacts until my thumb hovered over Trevor's name. With a shaky breath, I pressed the green call button and pulled the phone up to my ear. After three rings, Trevor's strong, soothing voice came through the line. I almost collapsed in relief, yet my tears only came harder.
"Tracey, are you okay?" He skipped past all of the pleasantries when he picked up that I was crying.
I hiccuped. "C-Can you come ov-ver?"
"I'll be over in five minutes."
He hung up the phone, and I plopped onto my black bean bag that was in the corner of my room and curled up into a fetal position on it. Less than five minutes later, I heard a key slip into the lock on my door, and then Trevor slipped in. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on me.