Anger tightens my muscles. “His name is Thomas, and yes, I am in love with him. He’s in love with me, and if you’d give him a shot, you’d find out what a great guy he is.”
Liam throws out his arms. “He carries a gun!”
“So what if he does? He’s a million times better than half of the people at school!”
He bangs the back of his head against the bunks so hard that the frame shakes. “Jesus, Bre, you’re too smart to be brainwashed. You’re too smart for any of this, but evidently you’re having a brain lapse and it’s time for you to get your head out of your ass!”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“You gotta break up with him.” Joshua squishes Zac’s pillow in his hands. “One—he’s dangerous. Two—the people he’s around are lethal.”
“I’m not going to break up with him.” I press my lips to Elsie’s forehead when she sniffs like she’s going to start crying again. “I’ll introduce him to Mom and Dad. They’ll see how great he is and how smart he is and—”
“Mom and Dad are sending you away.” Liam cuts me off and the breath is knocked out of my body.
“What?”
“The private school. The one you were accepted to. I’m here because they called me over to see if I would move home so I can pick up the slack that will be left when you leave.”
It’s what I wanted. Months ago. My mouth gapes, and like when Kyle had tried to squeeze the life out of me earlier, no sound leaks out. If Liam had told me this in August, I possibly would have leaped into his arms and cried like a newborn, but now I’m encased in cold numbness.
The bunk squeaks when Paul hops out of the top and scurries to Elsie’s bed. He tucks a pillow to his chest and doesn’t look at anyone. A few seconds later, Zac bolts over the invisible line that has always separated me from everyone else.
Zac encircles his arms around my waist as Elsie tightens her hold on my neck. I’m leaving them. I glance around the room. Joshua has his head down and Liam’s staring at the ceiling as if we told him of an impending death.
“What did you tell them?” I whisper.
“I told them I’d do it. I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”
My mouth feels like a desert and it’s difficult to breathe. “What if I don’t want to go?”
Liam meets my eyes. “It doesn’t matter what you want. The decision’s already been made. You’re leaving this week.”
RAZOR
We need to talk about Kyle as soon as you get back. That was the last text Breanna sent before I hauled ass to Snowflake.
Sitting on my motorcycle in the student parking lot, I can hear the time bomb ticking in my brain. There was no other contact from her. No other text, no voice mail. Kyle did something to shake Breanna and each second of silence from her is causing my mood to become deadly.
A growl of motorcycles and two bikes from a pack of Reign of Terror driving past the school break off and turn in to the parking lot. Only one wears a three-piece patch and, from his bike, I can tell it’s Oz. Chevy rides beside him. They fly into the empty spot beside me and I do little more than glance at them as they dismount. Where the hell is Breanna?
“Where have you been?” says Chevy. “No one’s heard shit from you since Friday.”
No, they haven’t, but I can’t deal with the club. Breanna’s best friend, Addison, slips out of the passenger side of a car and her gaze hits mine. The wires that are crossed inside me cause the ticking to speed up. Everything is wrong.
“Razor!” Oz steps in front of me. “What’s going on?”
I push past Oz and he easily gives as I stalk toward Addison. She waits for me and the lone sign that she’s nervous is how she adjusts the backpack she carries on one shoulder.
“Addison!” her other friend chides as she looks at me as if I’m the devil bent on stealing their souls. “Let’s go.”
“Go on without me. Thomas and I need to talk.” Addison rips her glare from me to behind me, and because we have always backed each other up, I have no doubt Chevy and Oz are coming up on my six.
Her friend leaves and I don’t waste time. “Where is she?”
“Home. Reagan and I pulled in to pick her up this morning and her older brother Liam came out and told us she’s not going to school.”
An edge of worry shakes my frame. “Is she sick?”