CHARLOTTEAfter a few attempts at getting me to talk, Madeline carefully bundled up my sobbing form and gently led me inside.Thankfully, we didn’t run into anyone as she took me up to her room. She lowered me onto the bed, shut the door and slowly tried to calm me down so she could understand what
CHARLOTTETaide cursed, immediately letting go of me.I stumbled back a little, a bit stunned by the force of my head slamming against his nose. Taide’s grip on me was gone, his hands now on his nose that was rapidly gushing out blood.I watched with intense satisfaction as crimson trailed from his
He was standing in nothing but a pair of loose jeans that barely hung onto his hips. My gaze shifted to the left of him, and something in me soured further at the sight of Emmalaine peeking out from Caeson’s doorway at the end of the hall. She was wearing one of his shirts, which left little to the
CHARLOTTETaide rolled off his back, pushing up to his hands and knees as he stared at the ground.He shook his head back and forth in a repetitive motion before another bloodied grin took over his features. “I gotta say, I’ve missed you, man.”I was puzzled by what he meant, but Mads just scoffed a
CHARLOTTE I anxiously tapped my finger against the side of my phone, my eyes fixed on the little word written under my text. ‘Read.’ I’d sent him this message just after we’d concluded our sham of a meeting. Madeline had wanted to talk to me, but she gave me the space I needed. The triple
CHARLOTTE I sat in the library, my notes spread out in front of me, but my mind was somewhere else. I had been trying to study for midterms, but something felt off. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Maybe it was everything that was going on with Vance, or maybe I just missed my sister even mor
CHARLOTTE After my conversation with Vance, I gave up on studying. I’m becoming one of those girls who let their men problems rule their lives. It’s pathetic. My mind was too busy running through itself multiple times to actually focus on my textbooks. So, I returned whatever books I had to, an
CHARLOTTEMadeline wasn’t home… again.My fingers flew over the screen of my phone idly. The sun was barely out, the scent of coffee brewing hung in the air, and the house was silent. These were moments of the day I usually enjoyed, but lately, with Madeline’s new schedule of sneaking out in the ear