Last Chance - L. P. Dover Page 0,79
what . . . a chance with me again? I wanted to call Luke and Summer, to tell them what Grayson had done, but I wanted at him first. South Point Road was coming up and I looked out at the light, blaring green. A vision flashed in my mind.
I was going down the road at night and holding my phone in my hand, talking to Luke. Passing under the stop light, a set of headlights appeared at my left. The crash was instant, and the pain was unimaginable. I screamed and dropped my phone as the car flipped into the air.
Slamming on the brakes, I covered my face and screamed. It was as if a switch had been turned on inside my mind. A knock pounded on my window and I opened my eyes to see a young woman, sweaty from running, with a look of concern on her face.
I lowered the window. “Hey,” I murmured breathlessly.
“Are you okay? I heard you screaming.” Horns blared from behind me and I sucked in a breath when I realized where I was. I was in the exact same spot where the accident had occurred. I remembered everything.
Taking a deep breath, I looked around and clasped my chest. “I’m fine. Thank you for checking on me.”
“You’re welcome.” She hurried off and I started back down the road, only now, I wasn’t the lost Lara. I knew everything, from the beginning to the end. My memories were back, and with that, I knew the truth.
Gripping the steering wheel with renewed purpose, I tried not to break it off with my tight grip. I was so furious, my hands were shaking. Grayson’s house came into view and I zoomed into his driveway, squealing the tires as I came to a stop. Storming up to his door, I was determined to break it down if it was locked. Luckily, it was open and I marched right on in.
“Grayson!” I shouted venomously, finding him in the kitchen, shirtless, just like he had been the night I gave him back his ring. It was déjà vu all over again.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, opening up a beer.
I threw the backpack at his face, his beer dropping to the floor. “What the fuck?” He looked inside and froze.
“What the fuck is right,” I hissed. “How could you do this to me?” Unwanted tears flooded my eyes. “You’ve lied to me, the entire time. I broke up with you that night, and you tried to make me believe I didn’t. You made Luke think we slept together the other day. And worst of all, you helped Skylar drug him to make me think they slept together. You could’ve killed him!”
The Secobarbital he had was from when he suffered from insomnia, after his brother was killed in an illegal MMA fight in Las Vegas. His death took a toll on all of us. I knew that was how Skylar got it.
Sighing, Grayson lowered his head. “I lost my way. I’m sorry. I dug myself in deep, I just wanted you back so goddamn bad. I was determined to do anything and everything I could to make it so. Luke doesn’t deserve you.”
“Neither do you.” His head lifted, eyes full of pain. “Were you hoping I wouldn’t remember?” It was hard to imagine my sweet Grayson doing all those despicable things to get me back.
He stared right at me, his shoulders slumped in defeat. “It was the only way I’d have a chance with you.”
Tears streamed down my cheeks and when he tried to approach me, I held up my hand. “You don’t get to touch me anymore. I loved you, Grayson. Your betrayal hurts worse than anything anyone’s ever done to me.”
“I’m so sorry, baby. I never wanted to hurt you.”
“You did,” I murmured. Two cop cars charged down the street and pulled into Grayson’s driveway. Jason rushed out and saw me standing inside. I met Grayson’s green gaze one last time and walked away. “Goodbye, Grayson.”
I looked like a blubbering mess by the time I got to Luke’s race, but I didn’t want to miss a thing. I was late because I had to stay behind to answer Jason’s questions. I told him everything about the money and what Skylar had said. I had no clue what was going to happen to Grayson, but whatever it was, he deserved it. Soon enough, Summer and Evan would find out from Jason, and I would be getting a call.
The crowd screamed and