Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Where is Cheryl?!” I demand.
The woman is fucking dead, as soon as I can move without seeing double, I’m killing her, I’m slicing her throat, I’m…
“Dead,” Ace says coldly, breaking my thoughts, and I growl, “Which fucker took away my kill?”
“Your girl,” Doc whispers, and I look at him with wide eyes, which Doc, I don’t know because I’m seeing fucking double, disbelief filling me.
There is no fucking way.
“As Ace said, brother, she walked in on you being assaulted. I don’t even think she knew what she was doing, she picked up your metal pole, the one you like to smack the shit outta the tree with when pissed and smacked Cheryl. She hit her hard against her temple,” Doc explains, “She was dead before she even hit the ground and poor fucking Holly knew she killed her and shut down. I’m just shocked she took Caleb and Lyra with her when she left.”
Holly…
“It was weird,” Tank adds, “It was like memories were haunting her while she looked at Cheryl’s dead body, her eyes clouded over, and it was like she’d seen a dead body before.”
“I need to see her,” I gasp, fear for my girl consuming me.
Holly, she’s fucking pure and good, and something like this, it’ll haunt her.
“Give her the breather, brother,” Doc commands, and I glare his way, but he just tilts his head and reminds me, “She came back after a two-day breather. It helps her think, something, I believe she does a lot.”
I chuckle darkly and remind him, “She killed someone, no, not someone, Caleb’s egg donor and her mind will wander!”
He winces and admits, “She did, but she still needs this time. She’s taken Caleb, so you know she isn’t going to leave you.”
Fucker, he knows if this were Brit, he’d be banging down her door, dizziness and all.
“He’s right, son,” Dad whispers, “Give her this time to have a break. A lot has happened, and for some, it can make them closed off. She just needs time to think, something you didn’t give her after she was nearly arrested. Just give her some breathing room.”
I breathe heavy as my jaw ticks, and I lean back in the bed, the urge to vomit building, but the anger I feel at my brothers right now is overriding it.
Hypocrites, they are all fucking hypocrites.
“Alex,” Ace whispers, and I look his way. “She loves you,” he reminds me, “She loves you so much, she killed Cheryl,” and I slow my breath as he pleads, “Let her have this time.”
“You all can fix your own fucking bikes from now on,” I grumble, and not one brother laughs, only nods.
They'd better just hope that I don’t lose her.
Chapter 22
Holly – Four Days Later
I rub my forehead as I watch the kids work in pairs to win the prize of the golden egg for the weekend, and my eyes go to Lyra and Caleb. I already know they are going to win this time.
Before mysabbatical, as Mrs. Violet called it when we spoke on the phone three days ago, the kiddos allowed another pair to win, but this time, I think they want it.
Lyra has her little tongue poking out in concentration, while Caleb has a little frown going on and nervousness twists in my stomach. Will the parents accuse me of playing favorites again when they hear Caleb and Lyra won?
I mentally scoff. How pathetic is that, huh?
I look at the time and swallow before I address the class and call, “Five minutes,” and they begin scribbling harder, allconcentrating while the shouts from outside the door echo, and I roll my eyes.
When I returned to the school, the parents cheered, the kids ran towards me with excitement, and Mrs. Jones looked ready to lose it because I was back and her plan had failed miserably.
She wanted me out of the way so Caleb would be in her class, but according to Caleb, he hadn’t been in school since I left, so her plan had backfired anyway.
