He had his fucking hands on what’s mine.
I warned him. He didn’t listen.
Now, he’ll pay.
But first, my gaze zeroes in on Elsa’s face. Her easy smile. Her flushed cheeks. Her glistening lips.
My clutch tightens on the phone, I’m surprised it doesn’t break to pieces.
I gave her a choice. I gave her the right to make the first move, but I should’ve known better.
Elsa doesn’t work that way.
She acts better when her will is taken and ripped to pieces.
The track team’s coach comes out from the building with her pad in hand. I stand up and tuck the phone in my pocket.
“Where to?” Knight asks from in front of his locker.
I don’t answer him.
Nash throws a T-shirt over his head and steps in front of me, his damp hair still dripping water down his chest. “We need to talk.”
“Not today.”
“Party at my house!” Astor calls, abandoning his conversation with the goalkeeper. “It’s our off week. Let’s party until the morning!”
I meet their gazes and tilt my head to the side. “Get out of my way.”
Nash’s shoulders tense, but he doesn’t move.
I’m a few inches taller so I glare down at him with my best ‘Back the fuck off’ look. If he wants payback for what happened with Queens, I’ll give him that.
Just not today.
Knight claps Nash’s shoulder and pulls him back. He’s smarter sometimes.
I sidestep them and stride out of the door.
“Later, King!” Astor calls after me. “Try not to commit a crime.”
Hmm. Maybe that’s exactly what I’ll do.
13
Elsa
My head hangs against the wall as the water beats down on me.
I let it rinse me, cleanse me, but it can’t reach the itch beneath my skin.
It’s slowly but surely ripping me apart.
Yesterday was my second session with Dr Khan. I found myself in the same vision from last time. However, my younger self’s screaming was much louder to the point my ears popped.
When I asked Dr Khan why I ended up in the same vision, he said that I could be blocking my subconscious.
The cause is probably stress.