Page 97 of Bad Kind of Love

Raking a hand through his hair, he appeared torn.

No.

It couldn’t have been him.

I repeat the same words in my head like a mantra, but suddenly a memory from that night pops up in my head. The black mask, the dark eyes, and the familiarity I felt towards Jack when I first met him.

“Becca, I wanted…” Jack begins to say and I feel my heart drop, sinking into a dark place that I desperately tried to avoid. It was created that traumatizing night, from the blood, the eerie masks and him.

It was him.

“You were there.” I stammered, as my footing lost control and I stumbled into the wall. “You were the one in the black mask, the one who was in charge of the whole thing.”

Jesus, I feel like I’m about to pass out.

“You knew who I was the whole time, didn’t you?” The realization hit me hard, sending a hammer crashing down onto my heart, shattering it into pieces. “Didn’t you?” I yell as tears form under my eyes.

“Yes.” He admits.

His voice was calm and collected, just how I remembered from that night. He attempts to take a step towards me, but I instantly recoil in the opposite direction.

“How could you!” I shout through tears. “After everything we’ve been through! I trusted you!”

Jack flinches, and finally, I can see the agony that is written across his face.

“And you can still trust me.” He begs. “I’ve wanted to tell you everything, but I knew what would happen after I did.”

“So you lie to me and make me fall in love with you?” I cry out. “Even for a monster like you, that’s low.”

As Jack is about to respond, my dad blows a gasket.

“You mother fucker!” He snarls, wanting badly to lunge at Jack, but holds back. “She’s still in high school, you sick fuck!”

“Dad, stop.” I shake my head, knowing it was as much my fault as it was his.

“No, I’m not just gonna stand here and let him get away with fucking my daughter!” He growls.

Oh my god.

My dad marches past Jack and flies out the door, letting it slam behind him.

What the hell is he doing?

Rushing after him, Jack reaches for me in the process, but I draw back.

“Don’t touch me.” I growl. “I have to chase my dad down and make sure he doesn’t go to the fucking police.”

His sad eyes peer down into mine, begging for me to forgive him. And a part of me wanted too.

I wanted to pretend like none of this happened, and just move on but I couldn’t. I couldn’t forgive him.

Darting past him, I race out the door and notice that Aunt Claire’s car is missing.

Shit.

Bolting towards my car, I fumble around for my keys, but hear Jack sprinting towards me.

“Becca, wait.”

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