Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Once we parked in the empty lot outside, Caitlyn forced me out of the car.
With the gun pressed to my back, Caitlyn swiped a card over a machine at the entrance to a large one-story building. Inside, it was cool from the AC. We were inside a long corridor of dark gray walls with garage-like doors all along it.
“Keep walking.” She nudged the gun into my back, and I forced my shaking legs to walk. I was glad for my sneakers because I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t have broken an ankle in heels. My legs trembled so badly.
Halfway down the corridor, Caitlyn commanded I stop and then she punched in a code on a keypad by one of the doors, and it rose along the ceiling. Shoving me inside, I gaped as she hit a light switch and a small storage room was revealed.
But there wasn’t just “stuff” stored in here.
Among piles of boxes and crates of household items and a rail of clothing was a single bed tucked into the far right corner with a pink comforter and decorative pillows on it. Beside the bed was a small table and lamp.
I had to get out of here.
I whirled on her, but it was as if she knew how I’d react because now her gun was pointed in my face. Her expression hardened.
“Sit on the bed. Now.”
My heart hammered so hard I swear it hurt as I stumbled backward toward the bed. Feeling the mattress against the back of my legs, I slumped down onto it. “What are you doing, Cai—Ariella?”
“I’m kind of living in my storage unit. I thought that was obvious.” Caitlyn waved her free hand around. “Why pay crazy LA rental prices when this is warm, safe, and ventilated? And no one will interrupt us here.”
Oh, fuck. Refusing to let her see my terror, I lifted my chin in defiance. “You plan to keep me in here? Other people must rent the surrounding units.”
She nodded. “They do, but I have a gun, so I’m pretty sure you’ll keep quiet if anyone stops by. This is just until you see things my way, you know.”
“And what way is that?”
Caitlyn considered my question, the gleam in her eye suggesting she was delighted to have my full attention. “That we’re supposed to be integral pieces of each other’s lives.” She laughed incredulously. “It boggles the mind that you can’t see we’re pretty much the same person, Aria.”
“How is that?”
“Look at us.” She turned to glance at a mirror that hung on the wall above a chest of drawers. “We look like sisters.”
Dyeing her hair and wearing contacts to look like me. Taking my job at Curiosity. Sleeping with Lucas … Allegra was right. Caitlyn had been single white female-ing me.
“Do you want my life?” I forced out.
She turned back to me. “Your life is my life. We’re connected.” Caitlyn lifted a hand to her temple, grimacing. “Everything feels itchy and ugly in here without you around. Why did you leave me?”
“Cai—Ariella … I … let me go. We’ll find someone for you to talk to. I’ll help.”
“Talk to?” She frowned. “I’m talking to you, aren’t I?”
“I mean someone who can help you.”
“Help me with what?”
At her genuine confusion, I realized she had no awareness of her own mental health issues. Or at least she was in denial about them.
I attempted another tack. “Why don’t we leave here and go grab dinner and talk?”
“I tried that!” Caitlyn suddenly yelled, and when she raised her arm, her sleeve pulled back to reveal flashes of cuts and scars along her arm. “I’ve been trying to talk to you for two years! But you punished me for Lucas, and I don’t know why! I don’t know why you left me when I was just trying to be close to you!”
Considering the possibility that Caitlyn was self-harming, I attempted not to get angry at her. She needed help. I just didn’t know how to get through to her. “How is keeping me in here making any of this better?” I asked calmly.
She shook, her breathing calming. “This is only temporary. Okay. Just until you realize how important it is for us to be together.” Caitlyn sat on the end of the bed, and I tried not to look at the gun in her hand.
“Let me tell you about my life for the past two years.”
For the next half hour, I endured the inane retelling of her life in LA without me. About the men she’d fucked because she was sure they were the kind of men I’d fuck. About Allegra being a disrespectful little sister (it took everything not to bare my teeth at her calling Ally her sister), and about how much she missed me.
“So many unanswered emails. I thought maybe it was that stupid job in Scotland keeping you from me, so this year I started sending anonymous emails pretending to be members.” Her eyes widened. “I didn’t believe anything I said in them, but I wanted them to fire you so you’d come home.”