Heartbreak Lover (Broken Hearts Academy #2) - C.R. Jane Page 0,73
hours since Everly had disappeared. Fucking idiots.
Not knowing what to do, I called my parents.
“I knew you’d come crawling back after we canceled your credit cards,” my father coldly remarked when he answered the phone.
My mind raced as I debated exactly how to play this.
“You were right. I was out of control. I need help,” I told him.
A pleased hum came through the phone.
“I was hoping that I could start fixing things with Caiden first, and then I’ll come home, and we can go to the doctor,” I told him, every word tasting like acid in my mouth. I kept my words as innocent as possible, trying to channel my twin’s unparalleled manipulation tactics. “Do you know where he is?”
“Probably at his new place,” my father said in a pleased voice. The bastard was over the moon at my mea culpa.
“New place?” My heart clenched with this new information.
“You have a lot to work out with your brother if he didn’t tell you we got him a townhome, just down the street from yours. I would have liked you two to be able to live together, but we didn’t want your out of control behavior to stunt his recovery.”
“Of course,” I said, struggling to keep my voice mild, even though I was literally shaking as I did an illegal U-turn and raced towards my former residence.
“What’s the unit number? I want to stop by right now and say sorry.”
My father rattled off the number, and I thanked him profusely, promising that I would be right over as soon as I talked to Caiden.
Setting the phone down after we’d disconnected, I tried to control my shaking. It was a bit ironic that my father had unwittingly aided me in saving Everly. If he’d known my real intentions for needing Caiden’s address, he would have never given me the information.
Fucking bastard, I seethed, vowing that after this, I would never speak to my parents again.
I sent up a silent prayer to a god that had forgotten me long ago that Caiden had taken Everly to his new place.
I drove up to the unit next to his, dimming the headlights as I parked. A spark of hope lit up inside of me when I saw that the lights inside of Caiden’s place were on.
I killed the engine and texted Kyle the address, telling him to call the police if I didn’t text him in ten minutes.
And then I got out the bat that I kept under the backseat of the truck and strode towards his place.
I peered through the front windows, trying to see any sign of Everly or Caiden. A shadow finally moved in the hallway, and I slipped out of sight when Caiden appeared, striding down the hall.
She had to be here.
I jogged to the back of the house, opposite of the direction Caiden had been headed, and I took out my pocketknife and began to fiddle with one of the larger windows.
Caiden and I had become pretty adept at breaking and entering early on in middle school, after our parents had tried to keep us in the house and away from Everly.
It had been awhile since I needed the skill, so it took a few minutes to pick the lock on the window.
I silently celebrated when a soft click sounded, signaling that I’d finally gotten it unlocked.
Here I come, little angel.
22
Everly
I was wearing the fucking ring. Caiden had placed it on my finger, giving my ring finger a soft kiss as he’d done so. I was in shock, so I didn’t put up a fight.
And now I was wearing his fucking ring, trapped in what seemed like another dimension where up was down and crazy was sane.
“You look so beautiful, LyLy. Our wedding night is going to be so perfect.”
“Wedding night?” I whispered, and I watched in horror as his eyes lit up.
“Of course. As soon as possible,” he assured me proudly.
Fuck no. This had gone on long enough. I was tired and afraid. And really fucking tired of being tired and afraid.
I was fast for once, too fast for him to respond. My thumb scraped his nose and then gouged at his eye. He screamed, and I reveled in the sound, jumping up from the couch and aiming an elbow at the back of his bent over head.
With my legs together, all I could do was hop across the floor, but I did it, going as fast as I could like I was in the Olympics.