Page 60 of The Hallows Boys

“I don’t knowshitabout your dad, and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you. Stop following me, Sage.”

My mouth drops open, but I’m too stunned to say anything to him. I watch him turn and walk away, a swagger to his hips that makes my fists clench.

Mother. Fucker. Just. Played. Me.

Anger burns through me. I almost want to chase after him and tackle him, but I don’t. I just stand there, used and spent, with his cum dripping from my pussy, soaking my panties. I grit my teeth, trying to calm myself down with deep breaths through my nose, but it’s no use. I’m fucking fuming. I wouldn’t be surprised if my face was firetruck red right now.

I find where I discarded my backpack on one of the tables, slip it back on and walk slowly toward the exit to go to the bathroom.

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Ispend the rest of the day just as angry as when I left the library.

I actually snapped a pencil in one of my classes without realizing it earlier, so by the time the final bell rings, I’m ready to get home and relax. After spending the day searching the halls for the Hallows Boys, so I could give them a piece of my mind, I feel fucking exhausted. I didn’t see any of them all day, so I have all this pent-up aggression inside of me that is threatening to burst out.

Making my way to my locker to drop off some books, I find Juliet waiting for me with her face in a book of her own.

“What’s up?” I greet her as I twist the lock, then pull open my locker.

She waves the book in the air. “Shakespeare.”

I raise my brows in answer, tossing my books in my locker before I slam it closed again. I realize then that Juliet wasn’t in history today, and I didn’t see her for lunch since I spent the half hour in the library digging around in old yearbooks.

“You weren’t here today,” I note, turning to face her.

She shrugs. “Wasn’t in the mood for learning, spent the day outside in the sunshine. You find out anything about your parents?”

“Nope.” I pop theP, turning to walk down the corridor. “I’m gonna dig through my gran’s stuff when I get home, see if she has any old mementos from when they lived here.”

She follows me, hooking her arm through mine. “Wanna have a girls night this weekend? We can watch all the Scream movies and eat garbage, get your mind off of shit?”

“No Halloween movies,” I groan. “I am so done with Halloween.”

She laughs as we make our way outside. “Fine, you can pick the movies. Friday?”

I nod. “Sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

We go our separate ways to head home, and I get lost in my surroundings again as I walk through town. The sun is hanging high in the sky, making shadows of trees crawl across the road. A few cars pass by me, but I’m starting to get used to how empty and quiet this town is. It’s so different from L.A., but it’s nice. The silence of my walk gives me time to think, time to breathe.

When I’ve turned into my neighborhood, I wave at a few of the old ladies that are watering their gardens or sitting on their porches, my lips turning up in a friendly smile.

I pull open the screen door of my house, then push the door open and step into the air conditioning. “Gran?”

She doesn’t answer me, so I poke my head into the kitchen to look for her. There’s a piece of paper taped to the fridge, so I walk up and read it.

Gone to bingo, dinner’s in the fridge

Smiling, I pull open the fridge to see a plate wrapped in foil sitting on the top shelf. I ignore it for now, instead pulling a bottle of water out and closing the fridge again. Once I drop my backpack on the table, I chug half the water and then leave it there as well so I can creep upstairs to my grandma’s room.

I’ve got to be able to find something. I’m sure my parents didn’t take every last thing with them when they left, and why would gran throw any of it away?

Pushing her bedroom door open slowly, I keep my breathing quiet even though I’m home alone. It just feels like I need to be silent as a mouse while I’m snooping through her things. Her bedroom is tidy and smells like her, like roses and that signature scent her skin has. It brings a smile to my lips as I walk through the room and look around, trying to decide where to start.

I choose the dresser drawers first, pulling them open one by one, seeing if they hold anything of interest. I’m disappointed when I only find neatly folded clothes lining each drawer, so I make sure they’re closed all the way before I go to the closet.

Her clothes hang just as neatly, her shoes lining the floor evenly underneath. There’re a few boxes in the far corner, so I drop to my knees and pull them out in front of me. The first box is filled with childhood mementos – stuffed animals, a few trophies, old t-shirts – so I put the lid back on and move it to the side. I lift the lid off the second box, and my heart stops in my chest when I find it filled with albums and loose photos.

I sit on my ass, crossing my legs in front of me so I can lay the first photo album open on my lap. It’s filled with my mother’s face – at all ages. I find family photos, showing a woman that I recognize as a younger version of my gran with a man I’m assuming is my grandfather. As I flip through the book, my mom gets older and older. It starts with her as a baby, then moves on to her as an infant, then photos of her standing in front of the Christmas tree in my gran’s living room as a child.

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