Sweet Little Lies (Dirty Little Lies Duet #2) - J.D. Hollyfield Page 0,54
means too much.
I’ve never failed at anything. But right now, I feel trapped with no win in sight. And her avoiding me has created this monster that’s ready to slay anyone who gets in the way of putting her back in her cage. Because she’s fucking mine. I can’t stop myself as I dial her number a fourth time. It rings three times, and I clench my fists, expecting it to go to voicemail again. Then the line connects.
“Hello?” A male voice has me pulling away to stare at my phone. I must’ve dialed the wrong number. When I see Hazel’s name across my screen, I freeze, my blood chilling at the mere thought of her being…
“S’up? Hello? You there?”
I don’t say anything. I can’t trust myself to. I listen for Hazel’s voice but hear nothing but this motherfucker’s deep breathing.
“Dude, bro, why do you keep calling? She obviously doesn’t want to talk to you. Kind of fucked up. You should really get the hint. Don’t worry, I got her. I’ll take real good care of her.”
Before I can threaten him, he hangs up on me.
Hazel
I stir in bed while it feels like boulders smash inside my head. Opening my eyes, I move to rub my temples and freeze. The view around me is wrong. “What the—?” I shoot up to a sitting position, dizziness almost knocking me back down.
“Hey, morning. Thought you were going to sleep the day away.” My eyes lock on Evan dressed in a pair of sweats and a school football shirt. I scan the room. Why? How?
“What do you mean? Did I sleep here?” Oh god, why am I in his room? I fight back a wave of nausea, my hands grazing down my body. Thank God. I’m still in my own clothes.
“You passed out. Swear, I was a perfect gentleman.”
“What do you mean I passed out?” There’s no way I would have. “Violet? Is she still here?” There’s no way she would have left me.
“Yeah, she left last night. Tried to wake you up, but you were out. I told her to let you sleep. I slept on the couch.” This is not happening. I reach for my phone to check the time or see if I have a text from Violet—anything that explains this bizarre turn of events. I scroll through my log. He called again, but it’s not showing up as a missed call.
“Did you answer my phone?” I snap.
“Um, yeah, he kept calling. I thought it was important.”
“And? Did he say anything?””
“No…he hung up on me. That family friend again? What kind of friend is he exactly?”
Fuck! I scramble out of his bed, searching for my things. “Where’s my backpack? I have to go.” How could Violet leave me here?
“It’s…it’s out in the living room. What’s wrong? Nothing happened, I swear.”
It doesn’t matter. If I thought we were done before, Evan just put the final nail in my coffin. I grab my things and race out of there. My head is jumbled, caught in the fog of last night. Why would Violet leave me there? I run through campus, ignoring the stares, and dash into our dorm. When I burst into our room, Violet is sliding on her jacket.
“Hey—”
“Don’t fucking hey me,” I snap. “What the fuck, Violet?”
Her brows shoot up. “What do you mean what the fuck? What’s your problem?”
“Why did you leave me there?” I scream, confused.
“Haze, I texted you and told you I was leaving. You texted back saying you wanted to stay.”
“No, I didn’t. I never would’ve said that.” I scramble for my phone and scroll through my text messages, finding the one I apparently sent her saying I would work through the night with Evan and to take off without me. “No way. I would have never sent this.” Would I have?
This doesn’t make sense. I was really tired, and I had too much to drink. Maybe I was just too exhausted to leave. I trusted him, right?
“Hazel, you’re starting to scare me.”
“Well, I’m freaking out!” I yell, causing her to jump.
“Did something happen? Did Evan do something to you?”
Did he? He wouldn’t. I’m just so stressed out. I knew I shouldn’t have drank with everything on my mind. “No, it’s just…I’m not right. I must have just passed out.”
“Hazel, I’m not sure what’s going on. I’ve been super patient with you, but I’m done waiting for you to come around. Tell me what’s going on, or I’m telling Heath.”