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God, I was a prick

I heard herjust behind ers touched my side, I nearly jumped out of er churning for no reason It just churned and burned and made me crazy

“How did you get this scar?” If I was paying attention, I would have known that her voice was scratchy and used up It was sore and painful But I was so focused onher out of my room so that I couldin my own private pity party

“I got it juot snagged against a tree that was under the water”

“Must have needed a lot of stitches”

“Thirteen”

“Oh”

Her hand was still there, running up and down the scar, and a sudden urge to rip her hand away froether so tightly my jaw ached

“What do you want, Everly?” I sounded like a cold bastard

I think she must have been shocked, because sheThe weird thing was I kept hearing a voice in my head, a voice that sounded like it was under water It kept repeating, do it, do it, do it, over and over again

Do what?

I felt the tic behind ht eye, and the band of pain that circled my head throbbed so hard that I wrenched away from her and took a few steps I didn’t want to hurt her, but I sure as hell wanted to hurt so

I couldn’t explain any of this The thoughts injumbled mess of stuff, and I didn’t want to deal with any of it anymore

“I wanted to make sure you were okay I wanted to see you and I wanted to…” Her voice broke “I wanted to talk”

“That’s a joke,” I muttered