Page 47 of Torn
Angel… you okay?
Five agonizing minutes pass while I sit on my bedroom floor and stare at my closet door.
Kenzi
Yes. Are you? I hope you washed that road rash on your hand and leg so you don’t get infected.
God.Why does she always try to take care of me?
I will.
Kenzi
Have you heard any news on the big fluffy dog?
Not yet.
Kenzi
I like him a lot. He just wanted love, even though he was hurt and lost. He reminds me of you.
My chest contracts.
Ya think?
Kenzi
Yup.
I’m sorry I scared you.
Kenzi
You never scare me, Tor.
Shit. Wrong answer, little girl. Wrong. Fucking. Answer.
Kenzi
Maybe you’re scared.
I want to throw my phone against the wall. I don’t know what to say to that. I’m afraid to say anything because I don’t trust anything about myself right now. This kid has always had a microscope right into my soul and it’s driving me mad.
Am I scared?
Yes. I’m petrified of what she’s made me feel.
Kenzi
Everything is okay, Tor.
My fingers shake as I type back on the tiny keyboard.
Is it?
Kenzi
Yes. It is.
