No matter how much she runs, Laura is stuck in an endless loop of her past. With a transfer of school and a curly-haired boy who seems to be wherever she goes, it's a matter of time she realizes that her universe ceases at the sight of him-and runni...
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THE NEXT MORNING UNRAVELLED IN THE MOST ATROCIOUS WAY.
Not only was my life endangered by my own family, my own blood—my phone was nowhere to be found, all without a lock. My suspicions were high on Evan, considering how he was the last person I had spoken to, making me sigh in frustration.
I postponed going downstairs, because I knew Liam was as mad as he could possibly get. Last night he had excused me to get the bare minimum sleep I could afford due to my midnight ventures, but I knew today wasn't a day in my favor. I took an overwhelming amount of time to get ready, pulling a beige cardigan over my head and tying my hair in a high ponytail. Exhaustion still sat on my shoulders and made my eyes droopy—signaling how I was bound to fall asleep in AP Biology.
I couldn't panic around my room after a while, since getting late to school wasn't on my agenda. Shoes creaking on the wooden stairs gave my entrance away, and Liam, noticing me, whipped his whole body a three-sixty. He was standing right across the kitchen slab, a knife in his right hand.
A knife which could give Ted Bundy a run for his money.
I smiled bashfully, eyes dwindling down to the floor. "Hey, Li."
"Don't hey Li me," he narrowed his eyes and pointed the knife in my direction, voice brazen. This was scarier than I had thought, and that said a lot—since I had prepared myself for war. Nothing could prepare me for the potent thunderstorms he could bring, however, with his scrutinizing way of nitpicking between the lines.
"You have five minutes to give any clarification you think is necessary before I do the talking."
A nervous laugh flew past my lips. "It's probably not what you're thinking, I swear. I, uh, wasn't sneaking out or anything," I bounced on my toes lightly, tone not convincing in the slightest."And I'm sorry! Sosorry. Won't happen again. I was out of my mind, you know. Never happening again. Promise."
"I want to know what made you jump out of your window at midnight."
No way in hell was I telling him I wasn't alone, because I would simply endanger Evan's life forever—or until when Liam could beat the shit out of him with his baseball bat. "I was just feeling claustrophobic," I gave him my typical beady eyes, praying for it to work in my favour. "You know how the phone call took a toll on me, And I. . .I needed to clear my mind."
It remained the truth, and seemed to do the trick.
His eyes softened miraculously, shoulders slumping down. "You know it's not safe, Laura. I got so worried when I checked your room without you in it."
I was feeling guiltier every passing second. "I'm sorry, Li. I really am. I would never want you to get worried for me." I've done that enough times already.
"If you were out, you could have informed me," he muttered under his breath, attention now focused on the meal he was preparing. "I wouldn't have reacted in such a way then. Just tell me, okay?"
