That dark soul.
Son of a bitch. How the hell am I supposed to survive an entire year with him in the same class?
To make matters worse, Kim is nowhere to be found. Since I don’t have a phone anymore, I called her from the landline earlier but she didn’t pick up.
I still have some time before the first class, so I head to her spot in the garden.
My pace falters near the tree where Aiden trapped me yesterday.
A strange awareness grips me by the throat. My body’s memory acts up again.
I can feel his hands all over me.
I can smell him amongst the trees.
I can see that soulless look in his eyes.
A strong wave of hate takes over me, but that’s not the only thing.
Something else, something completely immoral grips me, too.
Get out of my head, damn you!
My brows scrunch when I arrive at the cabin and find no trace of Kim.
Like me, Kim never skips. If she did, something serious must’ve happened.
That wanker Xander better not have hurt her or I’ll go all mama bear on his arse.
I turn around and my head collides against a strong chest.
“Are you here for more, sweetheart?”
Chapter Six
He needs to stop calling me sweetheart or I’ll get a voodoo doll with his face on it and stab it to death.
Better yet, I’ll cut it limb from limb.
I step back to an arm’s length. If I keep enough distance, he won’t be able to catch me.
There’s no way in hell I’ll let him trap me like he did yesterday.
This time, I’ll either scream or run.
Yup. Sounds like a plan.
I gulp, but it lodges in my throat like an external object. No pep talk or courage could erase the memories from yesterday.
No pep talk could convince the nerves tingling with suffocating fear that I’ll be fine.
My limbs are screaming at me to run.
Hide.
Never look back.
I don’t.