Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“Carry her in, Evan,” Zara says from beside him now. I didn’t even feel her get out of the truck and walk around it.
“I can walk,” I tell him. He holds out his hand for me, and I grab it. He squeezes it, and I can’t help the tears that fall and one of them land on his thumb. He looks up at me. “Promise me.”
“Anything,” he says, looking at me.
I put my hand on my stomach, Evan’s eyes watching as it shakes. “Don’t tell him. I don’t want anyone to know.” It’s the only thing I can say before my legs give out, and he takes me in his arms.
“We have you,” he says. “Zara, get the door.” He scoops me up again for the second time tonight. Zara gets the door open, and he walks upstairs straight to my room. He places me in the middle of the bed and kisses my head. “I need to talk to Zara for a second, and then she’s going to come back, okay?” I don’t listen to what he says. Instead, I fall into my bed and get into a fetal position and watch Evan pull her out of the room by her hand. He talks to her, and she just crosses her arms over her chest. He kisses her, and then he’s gone.
She walks back into the room. “Do you want me to run a bath?” she asks me, and I start to shiver, the cold ripping through me all of a sudden. Or maybe it’s the shock of what just happened.
“Cold,” I say, my teeth chattering together. “So cold.” She puts her hand on her mouth, blocking out her own whimpers as she runs around the room, grabbing blankets and tossing them on top of me. “So cold.”
She gets into bed with me, wrapping her body around mine to help heat me up. “Promise me.” I look at her. “We don’t tell anyone.”
“Zoe,” she says, her hand coming out to wipe away my tear.
“Promise me,” I tell her. “Twinsie.”
“Okay,” she whispers. “It will be our secret.” I nod at her and then turn back to look at the doorway.
My eyelids get heavier and heavier, my pillow becoming more wet as time goes on. “I can’t stop the tears,” I whisper. “No matter how much I try, I can’t stop the tears.” My eyes now stay shut as I listen to everything around me until I finally sink into the darkness.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Viktor
“I can’t be your friend because I’m in love with you.” She says the words out loud, and I stop breathing. Everything around me closes in, and I suddenly feel the bottom open under me, and I’m falling. I open my mouth to say something, to tell her that she can’t love me, but nothing comes out, and she continues to talk. “I’m in love with you with everything that I have,” she almost whispers. “But it’s not enough. I can’t love you for both of us.”
I watch her walk away from me. I watch the only thing that was pure and perfect walk out of my life. I watch it walk out of my life because, at the end of the day, I’m just a fuckup. I stand here looking down at the floor, and the tears just come, my hand holding my chest that suddenly feels like it’s being crushed. The elevator doors close, and I collapse on the floor, sliding down the back of the elevator until my ass hits the floor. I look at my hands that are trembling uncontrollably now, and I shake them, trying to get them to stop. The elevator doors open again, and I’m still in the lobby. The darkness from outside left the only thing for me to see is Zoe walking away from me, the pain in her eyes cutting through me.
The elevator doors open on my floor, and I get up and start walking down the dimly lit hallway. The sound of music coming from my apartment fills me with rage right now, rage that I lost another thing in my life. I open the door and find pretty much the same scene I left with, though a little less clothes. Kevin is half naked, and Mika is about to fuck a girl on my table while another woman sits on her face, and I just can’t take it. I turn on the lights, and I hear a groan from everyone.
“What the fuck?” Chris mumbles from under his own girl. “Shut that shit down.”
I walk or more like I pounce to the radio and turn it off, and now Kevin sits up, pushing the girl off him. “This guy obviously needs more blow.” He laughs.
“Get out,” I say softly, and then they all look at me. The bag of pills sits on the middle of my coffee table along with more bags of coke. “Get out,” I say again, and this time, Kevin stands, and Mika has his back.