Page 20 of Her Dark Obsession

“Nope.” Truth is… I can’t get the image of Aurora out of my fucking head. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her for the last month. And now that she’s back, now that she’s close, it’s worse.

Half a bottle of whiskey later, I do the one thing you’re never meant to do. Drunk text.

Me:

I can’t stop thincsing offff u. Y?

My phone lights up with an incoming call. “Hello?”

“Are you drunk?” It’s her. Her voice. Aurora.

“Huh?”

“Connor? Where are you?” she asks me.

“Where are you, Sleeping Beauty?”

“Not funny. Where are you, Connor?” she repeats.

“At the cabin. I’m not drunks,” I tell her. “You’re pretty, you know.”

“I know,” she says, disconnecting the call.

The phone drops from my hand, and my eyes start to close as sleep finally takes over.I hope I dream about her.

Chapter Nine

Stopping the car, I switch off the engine and take a deep breath. I shouldn’t be here. I don’t even know why I came. What do I care if the asshole is drunk? He’s big enough to take care of himself. I’m not his keeper, and I’m not his girlfriend.

So why the hell did I drive all the way out to the O’Malley cabin to check on him?

I shake my head, and step out of the car and into the cold night air, wrapping my sweater around me tighter. I’m only wearing the shorts and tank I went to bed in and my furry UGG boots I got the last time we went to Australia. I had this black cardigan in the back seat, thank god, because it’s fucking chilly out here.

Connor’s is the only other car in the driveway, which isn’t surprising. Most people don’t party on a school night. They save that for weekends. I’ve been to this cabin once or twice before. Kenny is known for his killer parties. I don’t ever stick around long, though. Drunk teenagers aren’t really my scene.

I open the trunk of my car, lift the carpet, and pull out a small pistol.Never be under-prepared and you’ll stay alive.My brother’s words echo in my head. If my parents or any of the other oldies knew I had this, they would have a hissy fit. No one wants me to have guns. Well, other than my brothers, who have been secretly taking me to the range for years.

Gripping the pistol firmly in my hand, because I have no idea what I’m walking into here, I make my way up to the front door. It’s quiet. I can’t hear music or talking. I twist the handle, not surprised when it opens, before I walk in and shut the door quietly.

Where the hell is he?

I make my way into the kitchen. There’s nothing there. Just as I turn, I see a figure out of the corner of my eye and my hand raises.

“Don’t shoot,” Kenny says, holding his hands in the air.

“Why not? No one would even know,” I ask him.

“I would know, and I’d come back and haunt your pretty little ass.” He smirks.

I lower my gun, because I have no intention of actually shooting this kid. “Where’s Connor?”

“First, how about:How are you, Kenny?Sorry I broke into your house, Kenny.Second, what the fuck do you want with my cousin, Aurora? And third, how’d you know we were here?”

“First, I’m not sorry. Second, none of your damn business, and third…” I smile at him. “Where is he?” I repeat.

“You know, whatever you two are doing is going to end in tragedy… LikeRomeo and Julietstyle tragedy. Nothing good is ever going to come out of you two fooling around.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him he’s wrong, becauseIcame from Connor and me fooling around. I don’t say that, though. I am a lady after all. “When I want your opinion, I’ll ask for it, Kenny. If you’re not going to help me, I’ll find him myself.”

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