Page 101 of Reckless at Westbrook High

Why did you break me?

A single tear slips over my cheek and he wipes it away with his thumb, gently lifting my chin to pull my eyes back to his. “Baby, listen to me,” he pleads, dropping his forehead down on mine. “I would never hurt you. Not like that. Fuck, man, I love y–”

“No,” I growl, wrapping my hand around his throat to pin his ass back to the bed. “You don’t get to do this to me.”

“Do what?”

“Fuck with my head,” I snap, smacking the sheet beside his face. “Say shit like that when I’m so mad I could fucking kill you.”

His features tighten like he’s in as much pain as I am and he curls his fingers beneath my shirt, wrapping his legs around my waist to pull me down on him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, damn near choking on his own lies. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“You will be,” I taunt, dipping my head to speak in his ear. “Because as soon as we get done getting this tape to Zane, your ass is done here.”

He tenses against me and I release him with a shove, moving to leave before I do something I shouldn’t.

Like throttle him.

Or fuck him so hard it hurts.

“Wren, you can’t jus–”

“Can’t what?!” I shout, spinning to face him fully. “I can do whatever the fuck I want, Lev, and when I say leave, you’ll leave. End of fuckin’ story.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

I laugh lightly at that, ignoring the sincerity in his voice and the truth in his eyes because he’s a fucking liar.

People always leave.

Freya.. my mom.. fuck, even my own dad doesn’t bother to stick around long enough to know what the fuck I’m doing half the time.

Why should he be any fucking different?

His eyes soften like he can see my goddamn soul and he starts to say something else, but I don’t hear what it is before I pull the door closed to lock it behind me.

“Is that really necessary?”

My anger fades at the sound of her voice and I look right, finding Callie leaning back against her bedroom doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes on the key in my hand.

“He can’t be trusted.”

“Right,” she says dryly, falling in line beside me while I walk for the stairs. “I’m sure it has nothing to do with the fact you’re scared his dad’ll kill him if you let him outta there. Nothing at all.”

“Shut up, Callie.”

She rolls her eyes and I snatch her hand, pulling her into me to wrap my arms around her waist. I drop my head down on her shoulder and she slides her arms around my neck to hug me back, somehow knowing what I need without having to ask.

I don’t say anything, but I know she hears me.

Killian Matthews will burn in hell for what he did to her, and if it means having to go through him, so fucking be it.

A minute passes and she pulls back a bit to look at me, forcing a big ass grin despite the unshed tears filling her pretty hazel eyes. “Wanna get high?”

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“Wait, this is where he lives?”

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