Page 132 of Promise Me Nothing
She’s here.
Right now.
Listening to everything I just said.
How is she here? She’s supposed to be gone.
Then suddenly, she is. Her figure disappears, the sound of her tennis shoes plunking rapidly down the wooden stairs outside as she races away from us.
Finally getting the movement of my body back under control, I rush out behind her, nearly tripping down the stairs as I try to hold my towel in place around my waist.
“Hannah!” I shout as I come flying out of my gate.
When I look to the left, I can see her figure pedaling away in the distance.
I kick my garage door. “Fuck!” I yell, startling a woman walking her dog.
I don’t even apologize, just race up the stairs two at a time.
Heading into my bedroom, I grab my phone and call her, cursing again when her phone starts to ring on her side of the bed.
Her side.
I could fucking cry right now.
I sit on the edge of my bed and put my head in my hands, wondering if I should do just that.
How did this happen?
“I’m assuming she heard everything we said,” comes Lucas’ voice from the door to my bedroom.
“No shit,” I grit between clenched teeth.
We’re both silent. There isn’t really anything to say. I don’t even know the first thing to do.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“Yeah.”
I look over at Lucas and see his expression looks just as crestfallen as mine. He looks like someone died.
And to be honest, I’m pretty sure that whatever she heard? It killed something inside of her.
Because the way she looked at me? It killed something inside of me.
“I thought we’d have more time, that I’d be able to tell her…” I trail off and look at Lucas.
He sighs. Comes and sits next to me.
And then we sit in silence.
I don’t know what Lucas is thinking about, but I’m replaying our conversation, trying to remember what I said. What might have wounded her the most.
My comment about using her?
The fact she was only brought here to help Ivy?
“Where do we even go from here?” Lucas asks, clearly feeling as helpless as I do.
