It’s like he was put under a hypnotizing spell, because he never wanted to hear a negative word when it
came to those two.
Lilly knows just how bad Chloe was. Chloe was pretty nice to us when she joined our school at fourteen, but everything changed and her colors started to show immediately after she locked Noah down.
It’s sad the idiot never saw her true colors and I never bothered with him because he wouldn’t have
believed me anyway.
I used tough because while he called me a snake, he never realized that he was sleeping with one.
“I’m not supposed to speak badly about the dead,” she starts. “But I thought everything would finally fall in ce once the bitch was gone; I didn’t count on her bitch sister being a problem… I should have seen it
None of us thought so either, maybe because Brook was quiet, especially since Chloe died.
“Did she say anything apart from the threats?”
“Nothing. I don’t know what she’s ying at,” I admit. “But it felt a bit too personal.”
It still bothering me. It’s like a flutter at the back of my mind that I still can’t grasp no matter how I try.
Every time I get so close to understanding what it is, it disappears and I’m left with this nagging feeling
Lilly shakes her head, leaning back in the booth. “Maybe she afraid of what would mean if you’re in Noah’s life… permanently.”
“I thought the same thing too… That maybe she’s scared I’ll expose her lies and her sister’s, and then she’ll
lose her cushy little life…”
“But?” Lilly asks, already sensing my hesitation.
I sigh. “But I feel like there is something more it.”
Our drinks arrive mid–conversation, and Lilly thanks the waitress curtly, still bristling with anger.
She takes a sip of her cocktail like she’s trying to swallow the rage, while I wrap my hands around my cold soda ss.
“Did I mention she basically ordered me to abort the baby<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Lilly chokes on her drink, and I have to give her back a few hits. She takes the napkin and wipes her mouth before throwing her napkin on the table.
“She what? That fucking bitch!”
Lilly is fuming, her fury so hot that it clogs the air around us.
“I swear, I’m going to find her and gut her like a fucking chicken! How dare she?<b>” </b>
“Calm down,” I tell her, grabbing her flying hands.
People were starting to stare, and thest thing I want is for them to start thinking that we are having a fight or something… They should mind their business, though.
“We both know the lengths she’d go, right?”
“Yes, but still!”
“What worries me now is her influence on Noah.” I tell her, my hands going back to hold my ss. “Noah already wants me to get rid of my baby, but Brook can manipte things so that the n solidifies in his head. They both threatened me, Lilly… what if they decide to do something to me and the baby?<b>” </b>
“Noah wouldn’t hurt you,” Lilly says with a conviction I don’t quite feel.
“Are you sure about that? Chloe and Brook’s influence was strong and from the look of it, that influence still has its hold… Brook can use the guilt he feels for betraying Chloe to manipte him into doing something stupid. Something that might cost me my baby.”
She stares at me unblinking, but I know she’s thinking. She knows I’m right. She knows that Noah in his right mind wouldn’t but if he has someone like Brook whispering in his ears, then all bets are off.
It’s a painful realization to swallow, but it’s a possibility I also can’t ignore. With those two around, I’m not sure my baby and I are safe.
We remain quiet, each of us lost in our own heads. That’s until I feel it. The air shifts. My throat dries up, and my hand <i>goes </i>still.
Because just when I thought I could avoid him… just when I thought I could finally breathe–Noah walks in with Gunner right behind him.