Ew. How can a mother be disrespectful? Never sitting on that ever again.
Elijah senses my anger. Walking toward the sofa, he grabs a pillow and walks back toward me.
“What are you doing?” I hiss and eye him carefully.
“Watch and learn.”
I hide behind the wall and eye the pillow that’s in his grip. Winding his hand back, he throws the pillow in the happy couple’s direction. I watch and hold back a laugh when it smashes into their faces. They break apart in a frenzy while we rush out of the house. The three of us don’t bother to muffle our laughter. We run as fast as we can across the lawn.
“Hey!” Rodrigo’s whiny voice yells, vibrating in the thick summer air.
As we all run toward the Drakos’ house, we stick our middle fingers up high in the air for him to see.
Suck it.
Elijah takes the stairs two at a time, swinging his back door open. He holds it open like a gentleman to me and his sister. I enter their house. It’s usually lively and full of joy. But now, it’s dark, and it has a depressing feeling to it. The blinds are pulled down, making dread immediately fill my stomach.
God, please let him be okay.
Following Amelia and Elijah, I trudge up the stairs. Nervousness takes over my body at what I’m about to see. I know he’ll be bad; I feel it within me, but am I ready to see it? No.
I never will be because I’m in love with him. I know when I leave here today, a part of my heart will be left behind, no matter which direction today takes us.
I stop in front of his closed bedroom door.
Amelia casts me a worried glance as her fist raps against his door. “Leonidas, someone’s here to see you.”
Mini tornadoes bounce in my stomach as they look at me.
What the hell do I even say? The last time he was at my house, I told him I didn’t love him anymore.
What if he’s mad at me and he doesn’t want to see me? I never thought of that before.
Maybe this is all a mistake.
I wipe my sweaty palms on my legs and swallow hard. Walking closer to the closed wood door, I knock. “Leonidas, it’s Trinity. Let me in, please.” My voice cracks at the end.
No answer …
Nothing.
“I’m about to bust open his door,” Elijah mutters and cracks his knuckles. “He’s making me crazy.”
I watch carefully as his body slightly shakes.
“Leonidas,” I say louder and bang on his door. “Open up. We’re worried.”
Dead silence.
I press my ear against his door and hear no movement.
“Leonidas, Elijah is about to kick down your door if you don’t open up,” I warn. Nodding, I step back and prepare myself for Elijah.
“I can’t believe he didn’t open up for you,” Amelia mumbles and runs a hand down her face. “There must be something wrong.”
We press our backs into the wall as Elijah takes a step forward. Taking a deep breath, he winds his leg back before banging his foot against the wood. The door doesn’t fall off its hinges, but it smashes loudly against the wall. I know if I look, I’ll find a hole in the wall from the door handle hitting it. Oops.
Taking a deep breath before I walk into his room, I try to mentally prepare myself but fail.
