Jesse’s voice was harder now. “I’ll be there soon.”
Zane took Bonnie’s phone and keys with him before heading back to his apartment. He thought she might still be sitting where he’d left her. She wasn’t. She was lying in the bed, eyes closed, chest rising and falling rhythmically.
Asleep.
He tugged the sheet and comforter higher, making a vow that he would find the asshole messing with her, and he’d make this stop. All of it.
CHAPTER 18
Bonnie checked her watch, the music bouncing off the walls and blasting in her ears.
Ten? How was it only ten? She felt like she’d been at this party for hours.
A guy bumped into her, his beer spilling on her shirt.
He muttered a sorry before stumbling away.
That was it. She was done.
She weaved through the throng of people. Everyone from her grade danced and drank and laughed. It was wild that she could be surrounded by a roomful of people, people she’d gone through her entire school life with, and still feel completely alone. Maybe more alone than if she was actually by herself.
Where was Dean? She wanted to go, and if he wanted a lift home, he needed to go too.
She slipped through the crowd, searching. Her phone vibrated with a text. She pulled it out.
Mom: What time will you be home?
She pushed her cell back into her pocket. She loved her parents, but they didn’t understand her. No one in her family did. They were too different. Happy and driven, and her siblings knew exactly what they were doing with their lives.While she didn’t even know what she was doing in the next couple weeks.
She had no drive to do…anything. Sometimes she wondered if something was wrong with her.
But when she said any of that to her parents, they told her she was perfect. That she’d figure things out. That she just needed to throw herself into stuff.
She bumped into a big body.
Theodore turned, eyes glazed as a lazy smile curved his lips. “Bonnie…baby! Wanna dance?”
He slipped an arm around her waist and started to sway.
She shoved at his chest. “Stop. I’m looking for Dean.”
The frown on his face was almost comical. “You still want Dean when you have a masterpiece like me right in front of you?”
Another shove at his chest. “Do you know where he is?”
He huffed and stepped back. “Weren’t you two fighting earlier?”
They always fought. Today, it was about her possibly going to college in Santa Fe. Yesterday, it was about not wanting to have sex. Fighting seemed to be all they were good at lately. “Do you know where he is or not?”
His gaze flicked to the stairs, then back to her. “No. I haven’t seen him.”
She frowned. “Why did you look to the stairs?”
“Uh…because I like stairs.”
Her frown deepened—and she turned toward the stairs.
“Bonnie…give him time to cool off.”
