“Ares is right,” Caleb says.
A sudden knock on the door makes them all turn toward the doctor, who pokes her head inside.
“Can I speak with my patient?” she asks.
“She’s here,” my mother says.
“You can speak to her with us present,” my mom’s other lover, Kai, says.
“I’m sorry,” the doctor begins, “but this is doctor-patient confidential material that I want to discuss. In private.”
“The what now?” my dad mutters.
Kai places a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s just let the doctor do her thing, Nathan.”
“Yeah, I’m sure we can talk about everything that happened later,” Milo, my mom’s third lover, says. “Cmon, Lana.”
“Ugh, fine,” Mom groans, throwing her hands in the air. “But as soon as she’s gone, I’ll be right back with you.” She leans in to press a kiss on my cheek.
“I’m fine, Mom. Honestly,” I say.
Everyone in the room smiles at me before they leave me alone with the doctor.
But there are no smiles left once the doors close, and I’m left alone with her. As her lips part and those dreaded words I feared spill from her lips, the image I once had of my future no longer exists.
My fingers curl around the blanket while she tells me the news.
I do not care about the ifs or the whys.
Only the when.
BecausewhenI get out of here …
I am going to kill.
CHAPTER 2
Sunny
Three weekslater
I marchthrough the hallways of Spine Ridge University, ignoring basically anyone who talks to me. Not because I wanna be a bitch, but because I have to keep my mind straight, and I can’t be bothered hearing any more gossip. It doesn’t tickle my brain like it used to. Mostly because the gossip used to be about other couples here at Spine Ridge U, a secret meeting between two teachers, a lonely nerd finding a girl, or one guy going ham on another guy for cheating. This time, the gossip seems to revolve around me.
Every time I make a turn, at least three people gawk at me, then turn around to whisper. It doesn’t matter where I go, whether it’s the halls, classes, or even the fountain outside. People are talking, rumors spreading about my disappearance, how a cop found me in the woods, and that I was covered in blood.
I’ve let it roll off me for two weeks now, but I’m going to crash out sooner or later, and it won’t be pretty.
“Sunny?” one of my friends, Delilah, comes up to me. “How are you doing today?”
“Fine,” I lie.
“Wanna grab some lunch later?” she asks.
“Sure, I’ll text you a time and place,” I reply, not really thinking about it as we wave goodbye, and I head to class.
I keep waking up so goddamn late because I have trouble actually falling asleep, and I turn off my alarm clock every morning without consciously being aware, and it’s been messing with my classes.
The moment I step into the room I’m supposed to be in, the other students all look at me like I’m some kind of freak, and it pisses me off.
