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I can’t believe you left me alone with this

howling thing so you could go

to that red-haired whore.

Harris:

This one isn’t anything like me, wait for the real one.

Are you jealous, baby?

I’m sorry, but I can’t help myself,

I have to have this redhead.

I was taken aback by his text.

Of course he had to have her. He had to have them all. Including me.

I started mumbling and shoved the phone in my pocket without answering further. A voice in my head kept telling me to stay away from this boy, because he wasn’t what he seemed, and it was all just a game to him. A game that would bring me nothing but trouble and suffering, but I was incapable of listening.

CHAPTER 12

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PROTECTING THE DEVIL

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I went home with Kristen and Candice. We had planned to spend the day together, not just to relax, but to help each other with the screaming dolls. I was going to do some serious research on this project to find out what smartass had invented it or if our teacher had just been making fun of us.

When Kristen turned onto my street, my whole bad day suddenly exceeded my breaking point.

I glued myself to the window to make sure what I was seeing was actually in front of my house and not a neighbor’s.

It was in front of mine. A police car was parked in our driveway, behind my dad’s car.

Kristen looked at it with the same shock I did, and I immediately yanked the door open.

“We can wait here if you want. Or we can leave if it’s not a good time,” Kristen suggested.

I swallowed and tried not to imagine the most horrible scenarios. A police car had no reason to be at my house. Maybe my dad had made some new friends – or reconnected with some old ones – and they were visiting.

“Can you wait here?” was all I could say, and they both nodded.

I got out of the car and ran to the house, forgetting my bag.

I jumped over the stairs and opened the door. As hard as I tried to stay positive, my heart was pounding in my chest.

God, after losing my mother, I couldn’t bear the pain of something happening to him too.

“Dad,” I called out.

“In here, Katherine!”

I breathed out all the stress and went into the living room, where I saw him sitting on the couch. A man in civilian clothes was sitting in front of him, and that calmed me down a little.

As soon as I made sure my father was okay, the fear came back, only from a different direction. I would have liked to say that the police had no business in our house, but that would have been a lie. There were many reasons, one of which was the fact that I was still using drugs regularly, even during school hours.

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