Page 13 of The Deception You Weave
"Thank you," I mouth before stepping away and pulling my door open.
Dropping into the driver's seat, I breathe in the clean scent. Not only did Kane get my tire fixed, but he had the entire thing detailed as well.
The keys were on the counter in the kitchen in my dorm and I had no idea.
I shake my head as my tears threaten to drop once more.
You can do this, I tell myself.You are stronger than this.
With my little pep talk done. I give Mom a little wave and set off on my journey back to MKU.
I know that he's been discharged and is at home now, Harley has kept me informed of his condition, which isn't actually as scary as it looked when he was in that bed. He was lucky. So very lucky. But that doesn't mean he's going to be able to continue with life as if nothing happened.
Hopefully, that means I'll get at least a few days to find my footing once again before I need to face him and tell him everything.
My hands tremble at the thought of looking into his hard, angry eyes and relaying the hell I went through in the months following that party.
I know I made a mistake by not telling him as soon as I found out I was pregnant, but I was terrified, and every time I stared at his contact in my cell I chickened out for some reason.
I had a feeling that he wouldn't believe me, that he'd convince himself that I was just trying to trap him or something.
I don't bother turning the stereo on, I drive in silence with just my thoughts to keep me company.
Getting away this weekend was the right thing to do.
Not only did I need to put some distance between Kane and me, but I knew that the Harris brothers would be after me.
He might not have said the words, but I soon realized that he was too angry just from me sneaking out in the middle of the night.
They'd found the cameras already and they knew exactly who had planted them.
My grip on the wheel tightens as I consider what the Harrises will do to get their revenge.
All I can hope is that Victor got what he needed before they found them or I'm in a whole world of shit right now.
Long before I'm ready to face reality, I'm pulling up in the parking lot behind our dorm building.
I kill the engine and stare out of the windshield at the students that are loitering around looking like they don't have a care in the world.
I blow out a long breath, wishing like hell my life was like that. I've forgotten what it's like to be a student with no worries other than getting assignments in on time.
I look up at the building and then down at my purse.
A part of me wants to message him, ask him if he's okay. But I know he doesn't want to hear from me. Hell, after the way he sent me away from the hospital, I doubt he ever wants to see me again.
He thinks that I—I can't even think the words.
I need to talk to him. I know Mom is right. But how am I going to do that when I already know he's going to refuse any attempt I make.
Feeling defeated by life, I throw my car door open and climb out.
Time to re-enter my life once again.
The dorm falls silent the second I walk into the communal area.
"Letty!" Ella hops up and comes over to hug me before I've even shut the door. Everyone else's concerned eyes burn into me. "We weren't sure if—when—you were coming back.”
"I'm sorry I bailed," I say once I'm released.
