I dash from the room, pounding down the stairs that lead to the second floor, my mind set on nothing but the safety of my room, my bed, my closed door – But as I turn onto the second-floor landing, I slams into someone coming up the steps from the house’s first level. “Whoa! –“ the person sa
And considering my two “dates” this evening, I definitely know which one I preferred. I climb groaning into bed, pulling my covers up over me, still shaken from my experiences but starting to feel better. Just before I drift off to sleep, I grab my phone – Not the Kent phone, the burner. The
In the early hours of the morning Kent comes through the door to the third floor dressed in his wrinkled clothes from the night before. He exhales a deep breath through his nose as he pulls the door shut behind him and starts downward, his eyes on his feet. “What were you doing with her in there
I see him put the pieces together as he clenches his jaw and moves his eyes back to mine. “Good morning, Fay,” he says, his calm belying the anger I can see roiling behind his eyes. “Good morning, Kent,” I whisper, leaning against the doorframe, wanting the support. Kent opens his mouth to s
“Oh my god, Daniel,” I spit, blushing beet red and leaning forward across the table. “Are you serious? Before coffee?” He leans back in his chair and glares at me. “What, do you think coffee is going to make this any better?” “Yah,” I say, snatching his own tiny espresso cup from its place in fr
I cock my head, curious about that. “Daniel,” Kent says, his voice even but unfriendly. “Don’t you have class to attend?” Daniel just crosses his arms, glaring at his dad and not responding. But Kent doesn’t rise to the bait. Instead, he turns to me. “Fay, I’d like you to go to lunch today at
At eleven, I walk through the door to the garages, a sigh on my lips. I see Jerome immediately, waiting by one of the black cars. He gives me a big smile, which I return unenthusiastically. It’s not him – I just…really don’t want to go to lunch at my father’s house. Jerome gives me an understand
“Oh,” I say, frowning and feeling guilty all of a sudden. “I didn’t mean to – I’m sorry –“ “Romulus,” Tristin calls, and I look up at her, still standing stern by the door. Romulus lets go of me and runs to her. I follow closely behind. Tristin gives me a steady stare as I climb the steps to