I knock.
The door swings in.
Remy.
My lower lip quivers.
“Hey,” I croak. Swallow. Try again. “I know it’s late, but I can’t stay at home and I don’t know where else to go?—”
Instantly, his arms surround me. “You can stay as long as you need.”
I squeeze him tighter, burying my nose in his solid chest.
And crumble.
The Exile
Song of Solomon 3:1 King James Version
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
The Wayward Daughter
ANDREA
CONTACT: CADE
I called the hospital and they said you’re not there but you’re not home either. Tell me you’re ok.
Cade. Where are you?
You promised not to disappear again
I went to your house. Declan is being cagey as hell and Seba is avoiding me. What the fuck is going on?
I’m worried about you.
I had a dream about you last night. Well, more of a nightmare. You forgot me.
YOUR STEPBROTHER CAN CHOKE ON A DICK.
You two can’t ignore me forever
I miss you. Fuck, I miss you so fucking much.
Goddammit, I miss that stubborn bossy country fuckface too
I had to meet with THE PRINCIPAL (dear old dad) before the first day of school. It didn’t go well. Remy and his parents came with me. Pretty sure if they weren’t there, it would’ve turned into a crime scene and I’d be behind bars for patricide.
I’m crying over a pair of boots. Remy’s Ma surprised me with them. I’ve never been allowed to wear anything like them since they’re “sanatist crap.” They remind me of you.
Seba was at school today. No idea why, but he had the fucking AUDACITY to look like a kicked puppy. Like I’ve been the one ignoring HIM. Then he ambushed me in the parking lot. So I slapped him. You know what he said? That he was just trying to PROTECT US. I hate him.
I wish things were different.
I know you never respond but I can’t let you go.
Seba is here. At prom. Watching me like a creep. I need to get drunk.
