Page 2 of Fall onto me

He gave her access to his bank account for doctor’s appointments, not thinking when he denied her a relationship that she would take every cent.

The worst of it all is when we went to file a police report, with Foster having a history of speeding tickets and being known for fleeing from them, they nearly laughed him off. Thinking he was some low life who said he wanted to pay for a child, then just simply not wanting to anymore.

They didn’t care that the woman who stole the money was never pregnant; they didn’t believe him. Or that she had drugged him shortly after we first met as part of a ruse to stir up this pregnancy lie. So that was that, and we left the station with our heads hung low, neither of us trying to fake it through anymore. The bank didn’t want to hear any of his story, since she had written permission from Foster for her to have access to his account.

I don’t know if Envy realized she was signing his life away by stealing that money. I mean, it’s not like she needs it. Everyone was under the impression that she was a poor orphan, at Miami University on a scholarship. She was even a part of their crew, the misfit bikers from the bad side of town.

Until I saw her at my father’s benefit, with both of her rich parents. She was devoid of any of her signature green, and she wasn’t pregnant.

Foster nearly didn’t believe me.

It wasn’t the idea of having a child with Envy, but he was excited to be a father. It’s just been Foster and his little sister Sophie for so long, along with their sweet grandmother, Adeline. I think he wanted to make a bigger family for them.

His parents passed in a motorcycle accident after hitting the banyan tree during a bad storm.

It was the same tree I hit in my accident.

We’re drawn to that spot, Foster and I, and we can’t help it.

We’re both broken souls, trying to piece the shattered bits together for each other.

I tried putting them back on my own, but anytime we separate, bad things seem to happen, so we’ve made a pact.

It’s us against everything else. No exceptions.

We haven’t seen Envy, but it’s the start of our senior year. She will most likely be on campus, and when I see her, I plan on ripping that evil green bitch into shreds.

Literally.

Foster checks his phone. “Shower time,” he tells me, kissing my head before exiting the bathroom.

I step under the warm water, watching the hot pink slither down the drain. This right here, having the color back, makes me feel more like myself.

More like Skyler.

But I know, with everything ahead of us, that Skyler needs to be locked away.

And Shadow needs to come out to play.

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Foster pats my head as we walk down the main hall of our university. He comments, “It’s gotta be hard having such short legs.” I struggle to keep up with his long strides, and as he smirks, I playfully tousle his midnight hair. “It takes you forever to get anywhere.”

Through the crowd of people, a rush of vibrant, crimson hair barrels towards us. “I’ve got our dorm!” Kate shrieks, holding a slip of paper between her ruby red nails. I nervously bite my lip, looking over at Foster. “Room 35b, B,” she sings.

We haven’t talked about this yet. Is it safe for me to live at the dorms? Is it safe for Kate?

Foster breathes in my worries and leans close to whisper in my ear, “The Keeper doesn’t care about you.” His fingers trail like a ghost, lingering behind to gently rub the nape of my neck.

“Well,”—I gently grab the paper from her—“I can’t wait!”

Kate is bubbly as usual, clueless to everything going in my life. I want to keep it that way, I hate lying to my friends, but it’s what needs to be done. She knows about the abuse from my father, about Envy and what she’s done. Hell, Envy was her roommate before I moved onto campus.

But she’s unaware of TK, and I plan on keeping it that way.

I should have shared the other parts of my life with her long before, and same goes for my other best friend, Brett. But when it comes to a ring lord who controls the lives of people, it’s simply something they don’t need to know because I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I put them in this impossible situation.

Speaking of Brett, he’s walking up to us with a frown. “Hey, guys.”

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