plea as I let my guard down and faced the fear that Draven was either fighting his demons or turning into one.
I felt a calm come over me and somehow held on to the answer of yes.
“I don’t want to hide from Britain…I don’t understand why you were screaming at me with your music…it’s not like I planned running into him…I don’t even think he’s a bad guy.”
I looked up at my father to see him carefully moving his head from side to side as if to tell me that it wasn’t the reason he was mad. “If you were just warning me…that doesn’t make sense either.”
The look in his eyes told me I was still wrong. “I like words…I don’t like one-way conversations.”
A sad smile came to the corners of his lips as he reached for my eyes. I felt the hum of his fingertips gently move across my lashes. He was telling me I had to see his words.
“Trying…” I whispered.
He nodded as if to tell me that I was doing well.
My phone began to vibrate on my nightstand. I half-heartedly glanced at the sound, but when I saw the words ‘fire’, I reached for my phone.
The text was from Britain. It read” “first he breaks my phone, then he sets my house on FIRE.”
My heart began hammering against my chest as a sick feeling ached in my stomach.
“Oh my God – what did he do?!” I yelled. I looked to my side at my dad, sure that this was what he was trying to tell me about. How did I misread his anger this badly?
My father stood, and his eyes locked with mine as he vanished. I pulled the charger loose and ran down the stairs. Monroe was unpacking her bags, and Aden was sitting in one of the big leather chairs, playing on his phone.
“Arson! He committed arson! Are you happy?!” I yelled at Aden as I ran to the wall by him and plugged my phone in.
“What?” Aden said, not bothering to glance up at me.
“That is what Britain just said.”
“You’re talking to him?!” Aden said as he tried to get my phone away from me.
“Stop it! This is my phone – your mess I have to clean up,” I said as I turned my back to him.
Aden started dialing on his phone as I texted “???” to Britain. I figured playing dumb was the best way to do this at first.
Aden stood up and began to pace the floor in-between the beds. “Dad – where’s Draven? He’s not answering,” Aden said into the phone.
Monroe and I stared at him and tried to hear the other side of the call.
“Are you sure?” Aden said in the phone. Evan must have explained something because it took a second before Aden spoke again. “Well, he must have saw him. He told her.”
Aden looked at me and shook his head as he kept his pace. My phone vibrated in my hand, but Aden held his hand out to tell me not to do anything as he answered his dad. “OK, I’ll stay here…yeah…you guys need to hurry, though; I’m tired of getting the heat from her.” Aden hit ‘End’ on the phone and fell into the chair, then stared forward.
I looked down at my phone to see the text on the screen. “Now that we are being honest we need to talk – you’re wrong I’m not dangerous he is and your new friend Silas isn’t any better for your health.”
“How do you know Silas?” was my response
“What’s going on?” I asked Aden. “Are you supposed to guard me now?”
“No,” Aden said shortly. “Dad wants me to stay here because I have the misfortune of being the identical twin of Draven – not to mention my truck looks the same as his at night.”
“So he did burn it? Are you serious?!” I said as a new text came in. I was too mad to even look at it. My head was spinning, and I didn’t know what do; I felt sick to my stomach.
“Right now, he’s with over seven lawyers and half the city council – he’s innocent,” Aden said grimly.
“In this world,” I said shortly. “Why is he with lawyers?”
Monroe had finished putting her things away and was sitting quietly on her bed, turning the rings on her fingers.
Aden rubbed his
I felt a calm come over me and somehow held on to the answer of yes.
“I don’t want to hide from Britain…I don’t understand why you were screaming at me with your music…it’s not like I planned running into him…I don’t even think he’s a bad guy.”
I looked up at my father to see him carefully moving his head from side to side as if to tell me that it wasn’t the reason he was mad. “If you were just warning me…that doesn’t make sense either.”
The look in his eyes told me I was still wrong. “I like words…I don’t like one-way conversations.”
A sad smile came to the corners of his lips as he reached for my eyes. I felt the hum of his fingertips gently move across my lashes. He was telling me I had to see his words.
“Trying…” I whispered.
He nodded as if to tell me that I was doing well.
My phone began to vibrate on my nightstand. I half-heartedly glanced at the sound, but when I saw the words ‘fire’, I reached for my phone.
The text was from Britain. It read” “first he breaks my phone, then he sets my house on FIRE.”
My heart began hammering against my chest as a sick feeling ached in my stomach.
“Oh my God – what did he do?!” I yelled. I looked to my side at my dad, sure that this was what he was trying to tell me about. How did I misread his anger this badly?
My father stood, and his eyes locked with mine as he vanished. I pulled the charger loose and ran down the stairs. Monroe was unpacking her bags, and Aden was sitting in one of the big leather chairs, playing on his phone.
“Arson! He committed arson! Are you happy?!” I yelled at Aden as I ran to the wall by him and plugged my phone in.
“What?” Aden said, not bothering to glance up at me.
“That is what Britain just said.”
“You’re talking to him?!” Aden said as he tried to get my phone away from me.
“Stop it! This is my phone – your mess I have to clean up,” I said as I turned my back to him.
Aden started dialing on his phone as I texted “???” to Britain. I figured playing dumb was the best way to do this at first.
Aden stood up and began to pace the floor in-between the beds. “Dad – where’s Draven? He’s not answering,” Aden said into the phone.
Monroe and I stared at him and tried to hear the other side of the call.
“Are you sure?” Aden said in the phone. Evan must have explained something because it took a second before Aden spoke again. “Well, he must have saw him. He told her.”
Aden looked at me and shook his head as he kept his pace. My phone vibrated in my hand, but Aden held his hand out to tell me not to do anything as he answered his dad. “OK, I’ll stay here…yeah…you guys need to hurry, though; I’m tired of getting the heat from her.” Aden hit ‘End’ on the phone and fell into the chair, then stared forward.
I looked down at my phone to see the text on the screen. “Now that we are being honest we need to talk – you’re wrong I’m not dangerous he is and your new friend Silas isn’t any better for your health.”
“How do you know Silas?” was my response
“What’s going on?” I asked Aden. “Are you supposed to guard me now?”
“No,” Aden said shortly. “Dad wants me to stay here because I have the misfortune of being the identical twin of Draven – not to mention my truck looks the same as his at night.”
“So he did burn it? Are you serious?!” I said as a new text came in. I was too mad to even look at it. My head was spinning, and I didn’t know what do; I felt sick to my stomach.
“Right now, he’s with over seven lawyers and half the city council – he’s innocent,” Aden said grimly.
“In this world,” I said shortly. “Why is he with lawyers?”
Monroe had finished putting her things away and was sitting quietly on her bed, turning the rings on her fingers.
Aden rubbed his
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