Page 38 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
That’s what campus security was for, right? I may have reacted like a coward, but I could sure as shit make sure Issac paid for what he did.
Why should he get away with it? He violated me, and I wasn’t some weak, timid little mouse. I knew how to stand up for myself. Issac got off on my misery. I was not going to feed into his sick desires. That was not how I was raised.
Sucking in a deep breath, I exhaled and flattened my palms on the ground to push myself up.
“Are you okay?”
I screamed at the new voice, shot up, then found myself hunkered under the table.
How I got there, I had no idea. One second I was on the floor, the next I was here. But, it did make me feel better about Issac’s supposed super speed. If I could move this fast when I was scared, then it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that he could move fast when he was angry. He wasn’t a monster. He was just an asshole.
What I didn’t feel better about was the person who invaded my house.
Thankfully, the shoes were high heels, which not many men wore. So, Issac and his friends didn’t follow me. But still…
“What are you doing here?” And where was the closest weapon I could use if need be?
There was a knife on the counter. I could see the red handle. But that was a few feet away. I might not make it there in time. The textbook I left on the table was a better option.
“I saw you run out of there…” The figure bent over, bringing a familiar pair of light eyes into view. “And I thought I should check on you.”
Rachel? I almost didn’t recognize her without the other face attached to hers. What was she doing here?
“Why are you in my house?” This was my space. I didn’t go walking into other people’s rooms. Had she never heard of knocking?
“The front door was open.”
It was? I could’ve sworn I closed it. Maybe I didn’t? I wasn’t thinking too clearly. “That doesn’t give you the right to walk in.”
“Are you really that mad at me for checking on you?”
“Yes.” What upset me more was that she invited herself in. Besides… “Why do you care how I am? You left me there.”
“Look…” she sighed, then paused to cock a brow. “Are you gonna come out from under there? It’s kind of hard to talk when there’s a table in the way.”
“No. I don’t think I am.” The table was safe, and for all I knew, she was in league with Issac and his friends.
“Alright,” she mumbled. “I guess I’ll come to you then.”
I tensed, ready to grab the book as she dropped down and sat cross-legged on the floor.
“There, now I can see you.”
Why did she need to see me? I didn’t like this. “What do you want?”
“I told you. I want to make sure you’re okay.”
Uh-huh? “Is that why you left me there?”
Guilt flashed across her face. “I didn’t want to.”
“But you did.”
“Yes,” she nodded, causing her brown curls to bounce. “Issac Kratz isn’t someone you mess with.”
Oh, he was one of those people.
“Let me guess, he has money?” People like him always did, and people like her bowed down to them.
