“Well if you already know, then why are you asking?” I say to Pest.
“Because I was giving you a chance to tell me everything on your own.”
“There’s nothing —”
“Did you see her?” she asks excitedly and I clench my jaw. “Tell me you saw her.Please. I know she was there. She goes every Friday.”
Yeah, she does.
Turns out, she climbs over the fence to go to this shady bar in a shady part of town with her friends.
EveryFriday.
When Pest first told me about it, a couple of years ago, I wanted to drive down from New York. I wanted to scale that fence myself, find her in her dorm room and shake some sense into her.
I’ve even thought about ratting her out to her brothers.
A million times, actually.
Because what the hell is she thinking? Sneaking out to abarin the middle of the night. Dancing with drunks. Who I’ve always been pretty sure watch her.
They watch her when she spins. When she rolls her hips and writhes her body. When she laughs.
Like she was doing tonight.
And I was right.
Theywerewatching her. They were leering at her. A couple of them even dared to dance with her. I took care of that though. One look from across the distance and they skittered away like bugs.
Fucking pussies.
So I have thought about it, putting a stop to it and keeping her safe and in her dorm room where she belongs. But then Pest stopped me.
My sister reminded me that she’s there, at St. Mary’s, because of me. Her freedom was taken away after how I brokeher heart so I really don’t have any say in the matter, in what she does or doesn’t do.
But fuck that.
Fuck that tofuckinghell because this is about her safety. This is about her well-being. And she doesn’t just sneak out once a week. She does it twice.
Twice, for God’s sake.
At least, she did this week.
If I hadn’t been driving around last night, unable to go to sleep because I was back in this hellhole town, I never would’ve known.
It was pure coincidence.
Me coming upon her as she emerged from the woods. She was so engrossed in her own world that she didn’t even notice me, a car with glaringheadlightsdown the road, and Jesus Christ, what the hell was she thinking?
That’s why I went.
That is theonlyreason why I went to that bar tonight, to give her a piece of my mind.
And because she was fucking crying at her studio and I… I just… needed to see her after that. But that’s it.
My fists are clenched as I clip into the phone, “I saw her.”
“And?”
