“Go to hell,” I yell up at him, frustrated.
His husky laugh travels all the way through my body. “Bring your book,Bella.”
* * *
I’m in my room, fiddling with theTwilightbook Leo bought me.
Once I exited their house, Amelia wasn’t outside. I immediately got concerned because she had Simba. What if she let him go and he ran away? But my nerves quickly faded when I opened the front door and he ran up to me.
I’m not sure where Amelia went. I didn’t hear her come into her quiet house, although Leo was pressed up against me half of the time and invaded my thoughts with his muscular body.
The look that crossed Leo’s face before he left me in the hallway replays in my mind constantly. I know that he acts tough, but in his eyes today, I saw something different. Sadness.
When I came home with my heart beating a mile a minute, I found my house empty. Mom isn’t home either. Every single day, I feel like she’s gone longer. Her job at our local bank seems to take up most of her time. She picks up extra shifts to get more income since Dad passed away.
I think it’s time I get a job. Helping to get the stress off her shoulders will hopefully make her be around more.
I’ll go sometime this week and see if the bookstore is hiring. That’s the only place I want to work. You’ll never catch me working in a grocery store. Everyone that I know has worked there.
So, first thing tomorrow morning, I’m going to apply for a job. Hopefully, while I’m gone, Leo will forget about what he has planned.
Because I’m not going anywhere with him.
TWELVE
TRINITY
Ibeeline to my car the next morning. My legs have never run this fast before in my life. I’m surprised I don’t pull a muscle.
I’m trying to get away from the house as quick as I can, not wanting to go anywhere with Leo. If he didn’t practically demand that I go somewhere with him, then I would have considered it. However, I won’t let him force me to do anything that I don’t want to do. Even though, deep down, I secretly crave his presence.
Yanking my car door open in a hurry, I jump in my seat and twist the key in the ignition. Placing my hand behind the passenger seat headrest, I glance back and start reversing.
I breathe out a sigh of relief as I drive down the long, twisty road. I got away without Leo seeing me. Thank God. To hell with him. I hate the fact that he expects me to follow what he says so easily. After how he acted yesterday about Wyatt, he’d probably take me to some alley and kill me.
I’m too young to die. Yet he won’t catch me today.
My fingers tap my leather steering wheel as a smile lifts my face. I can’t wait to see the pissed off look on his face. He’s going to be so mad at me. I’m going to soak it all in and enjoy the show, just like he does. Plus, don’t guys sleep till four o’clock in the afternoon? He probably won’t even notice I’m gone.
Pushing the button that controls my window down, I let the cool summer breeze blow in my face. The fresh air calms my nerves and brings me back to reality.
Feeling uneasy in the pit of my stomach, I glance up at my rearview mirror.
“What the fuck?” I hiss out when I spot Leo’s G-Wagon following closely behind me.
Did he actually come after me? And how the hell did he know I left? Before I got in my car, I checked over at his house and saw no signs of life. Now, suddenly, he’s driving right behind my car.
He’s crazy. Who is this guy?
From my mirror, I can see the clear fury in his eyes. One hand is gripping the steering wheel tightly while the other is out of his window. How can he look so relaxed but pissed off at the same time?
I avert my gaze from the mirror. Looking straight ahead, I speed up. Trees blur all around me as my car zooms down the winding road. If he wants to follow me, he’d better catch me. The more my car speeds up, the more his comes closer. I know my dinky, old car can’t compete with his, but I’ll definitely push her to her limits. My knuckles turn white as I speed down this freeway. Not once do I look away from the road ahead of me. I turn the corners perfectly, but Leo makes sure he does it even more flawlessly.
Leo’s car suddenly slows down behind me. I smile in triumph. My Mini just won against a Mercedes.
If that doesn’t make this victory sweeter, I don’t know what does.
Slowing slightly down, I glance at his car again. A frown turns down my mouth when I see him flash his hazard lights at me multiple times.
