Page 64 of Make You Wish You Were Dead
"It's nothing," Jane mumbles.
"Bullshit. Try again," I say, which makes Jane squirm and her eyes dart behind me which makes me furrow my eyebrows and turn my head to look at what she is looking at behind me. "Andrew?" I say and then look back at Jane. "What happened?"
"He just gives me weird vibes. Before you came in the kitchen, yesterday, he kept asking me all of these ridiculous questions and I felt super uncomfortable." Jane shrugs.
"Do you want me to talk to him or tell him to stay away from you?"
She shakes her head. "No. He's your brother. I don't want you to fight with him. I just told you ‘cause I don't want to hide the way I feel," she says and I feel her fingers touch the hair at the bottom of my scalp. "Have you talked to my father yet?"
No.
I need to.
Soon.
Ace is right.
I'm in deep shit and I have no clue how I am going to talk to Cole. All I know is that I need to talk to him or else things between Jane and I will just get more complicated which is something I don't need.
"Not yet. Your father has been having difficulties with the Mexcians and I don't want to tell him when he is already pissed off."
"Should I talk to him?" Jane asks.
"No, don't worry about it."
She raises her eyebrows at me. "It might be better if I do it because I am his daughter so he can't get that mad."
"Yea but I don't want your dad to think that I am hiding behind you and scared to tell him myself." Now, I am not scared to tell Cole. I'm hesitant because I don't want to cause any issues with her father or cause issues for Jane. I place my other hand, that was behind my head, on Jane's hip to pull her closer to me. "Now, stop trying to divert the conversation. Tell me what's going through your mind. Is it the nightmares?"
Jane lets out a small sigh. "It's just everything." She looks down between us so she isn't looking at me. "The nightmares, the questions your brother asked, and then being home again. When we were just by ourselves in Italy with no one there, I felt more open and free. Here I just feel like I'm walking on eggshells."
"Do you think you have to talk around them?"
"Kind of, I feel guilty only talking to you instead of my family. I want to talk to them but I am just scared."
I lift her face so that she can look up at me. "Scared of what?"
"Scared of him coming back after I start talking more. Last thing he said to me was, ‘Now, Jane, if you tell anyone about what happened tonight, I will make sure to kill you slowly to the point where you can feel all of the torture I bring down on you. I will break you even more than I already did. You understand that?’ I will never forget when he said that. If I remember anything clearly from that night, it was that. His last sentence that he spoke to me before I blacked out." Jane says and I feel a tear roll down her cheek. "I don't even know who he is but he has so much power over me." Jane's breathing starts to pick up.
I grab her cheek in my hand and press my lips against her. She kisses me back right away and she pushes herself against me.
I can feel her body start to melt in my hands as she kisses me and relaxes into me.
I remove my lips from hers. "Don't let anyone bring you down. Ever played chess?" I ask her. Her tears are starting to dry on her cheeks as she nods her head. "Who is the most powerful piece?"
"The Knight."
"Wrong. Try again."
"The King?" she asks as a small smile lifts on her face.
My girl.
My fucking girl.
"Wrong. It's the queen. Wanna know why?"
"Why?"
