Page 7 of The Midnight Confessions: Part Four

Lyra jumps into my arms, and I grin, kissing her as I squeeze her ass.

“Same,” she says, laying her cheek on mine. “So, how do we get her to see that?”

Heart thumping, I take my shot. I’ll be there to protect them, so it’ll be fine.

“There’s a party on Saturday at the fraternity house. The President wants me to put it together, and I agreed. He thinks I need to spend more time with my brothers, so I didn’t have much of a choice. It was strongly suggested that I bring you,” I tell her, grimacing.

“You don’t have any choice, huh?” Lyra asks sympathetically.

“Nope,” I grunt. “What if we make a night of it and the three of us go? We can just be, have fun, and convince Cassie that she needs the two of us.”

Nodding, Lyra smiles softly. “I’m in, baby.”

Yeah, this’ll be great.

Chapter Three

Talking to my therapist helped, but I’m still fucking terrified that Kelter is here. I know I need to warn Lyra, but she’s with Trent right now. He will keep her safe. I’m sweaty and gross after my sparring session, but I’m still on edge.

My therapist let me know that my feelings were valid, and to see if I could talk to the school about ensuring he’s not near me. The only issue is that this school is corrupt, and based on how they’ve been handling Dena’s murder, will just sweep this under the rug as well. I don’t need to add victim blaming to the list of things that this school has done to me.

Leaving the bench where I took my phone call, I head right back into the building to punch the bags a few more times. I need to exhaust myself so I don’t end up backtracking and climbing into Lyra’s bed to sleep.

I know she’s hurt and confused, but with the stalker around and now Kelter… Though I kinda think they are one in the same at this point, it’s not safe.

They murdered Dena just for one date. What would they do if they truly knew how I felt about Lyra and everything that we have done? Fuck, when did my life become so damn complicated?

The gym is dark when I enter and I groan. That means I’m going to be here alone, which normally I would like, but right now at night it’s not the best idea. I spin to leave, but a noise steals my attention.

Someone is crying. I step inside quietly and move closer to where the sound is coming from. Rounding the corner of a weight machine, I freeze and bile fills my throat. There is a man trapping a woman in the corner.

He has his hand wrapped around her throat and he’s holding her down. My hands tremble and my voice shakes, but I need to try. “Hey, asshole! Let her go!” I shout and he freezes, then glances over his shoulder at me, and even though we are hidden in the shadows, I know who it is.

“Aww, if it isn’t my little Cassie. So sweet, so innocent, just like little Mina here,” he coos and I’m going to hurl.

“Let her fucking go, Kelter…”

“Ah, ah, ah. Did you forget, baby? It’s Soren now and I don’t think I will. She’s too perfect.”

I open my phone and call Trent, but it goes to voicemail. Shit! I try to call 9-1-1, but Kelter rushes me and grabs my phone, chucking it at the wall. The girl is crumpled on the floor and she’s not moving.

Opening my mouth, I scream as loud as I can and Kelter steps closer to shut me up. Loud footsteps sound from down the hall and then the lights flick on. Kelter gives me a smirk that chills me to the bone before he rushes out a side door.

I move over to the girl and sigh with relief when I find a pulse. He’s just knocked her out.

“What the fuck happened?” a man barks, scaring me.I don’t even fight the tears as they start to flow down my cheeks.

“I walked in on him hurting her. I tried to stop him,” I mumble and the man freezes, then pulls out his phone and calls campus security.

The girl in my arms starts to stir and she whispers, “Thank you,” before she breaks down and I just continue to hold her.

Security shows up, takes in the scene, and then scowls when they see me. They take our statements, but I know it won’t matter. Even with Mina’s testimony, they look at us, then each other and nod.

This fucking campus is so messed up. I just need to get the fuck away from here.

Brad, one of the campus guards, walks me home. Once I’m safe inside my room, I walk into the bathroom, and collapse against the closed, locked door.

Not that locks mean anything these days. If someone wants me, they always find a way.

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