Reign of Brayshaw (Brayshaw High) - Meagan Brandy Page 0,80

made me realize, for the first time, that I wanted to be.” She looks down. “That that was the real reason I came here, unbeknownst to me. I wanted the safety this world didn’t show me when it should have, but I was here for two years and they never saw me.”

“How could they when you hid yourself from them?” I ask her, and her eyes come back to mine. “They see you now, we all do. You’re as strong as I am, Vee. You have the scars to prove it.”

“You know nothing about my scars,” she snaps.

“I don’t need to know how they got there to know they aren’t just on the outside of your body.”

She glares.

“Stop acting like you’re less than I am.” I glower. “I’m just a fucking girl trying to save people she loves anyway she can. You can help me.”

“Maybe I don’t want to!” She jumps up again.

“Bullshit you don’t.” I jump with her, shoving her into the small table. “I get it, you lied to me, acted like you didn’t know I was Brayshaw when I told you I was. I don’t care. Wanna know why?” My brows raise. “Because you brought me to them the night I was jumped, helped me in the bathroom when Collins attacked me. You were there with me when I broke down after Donley and the doctor fucked with me. You can handle my boys, you push me, fight me, demand from me—”

“Who cares!”

“I do!” I yell back. “Fuck everything before now. I don’t care what you’ve hidden.”

“That’s because you don’t know the half of it,” she snaps.

“You’re clearly mad enough at yourself, what right do I have to be mad at you, too? You owe me nothing, Victoria, nothing.” My shoulders fall. “But I’m asking you to be my fucking friend anyway. Stand with me. Take this fucking town with me. I need you in my corner.”

Her eyes fly to mine, tension and unease filling hers. “You’ll regret this.”

“Then that’s on me.”

With a shake of her head, she shoulders past, and down the hall.

“Where you going?”

“I need some fucking air.”

“And I need you, Vee.”

She pauses a moment before glancing at me over her shoulder. “You’re gonna need me more than you realize, Raven.”

I turn to Bass after she rounds the corner.

“What do you think she means by that?”

“I have no fucking idea.”

A few hours pass before Bass plants his ass beside me.

He frowns. “What’s your plan, Raven?”

“That’s just it, Bishop. I don’t have one. I have no plan, no fucking idea what happens from here. Nothing. I never do. That’s what nobody understands. You all think I can rock this shit out, but I literally fly by my fucking pants. I think, I do, and deal with what happens after.”

“And it works for you.”

“Yeah, and for how long, huh?” My brows jump mockingly. “And how well did it work this last time?”

He eyes me. “What did Donley say to you?”

I scoff, looking away. “Nothing, but the maid had a lot to say—” I cut myself off, my brows drawing in as my eyes snap back to Bishop.

“What?” he drags out.

“The maid.”

“She didn’t come out, but I have a feeling the Daniels guy didn’t let her body burn. We’d have smelt it. Think after the smoke took her, so did they.”

“Really?”

He nods.

I shake my head, not having realized that. “I... no, I know she didn’t come out, but I’m not talking about her.”

He tilts his head.

I face forward, thinking aloud. “Someone who was there when my mom was, someone who would have had to of been around her age.”

I push to my feet.

Holy. Shit.

I rush down the hall only to have Rolland block my way at the end, and Bass to grip my wrist tugging me around.

“What’s going on?” Rolland asks, fresh coffee in his hand.

“I’ll be back.”

“No, no, no,” Bishop says.

I yank my hand from him. “You can’t stop me.”

He steps closer, lifting a dark brow. “Oh, you think not?”

“She has ten security guards lining this floor, all with weapons,” Rolland reminds him. “If she wants out, she’s getting out.”

I purse my lips like an asshole.

Bass glares. “Royce has only been gone hours, he won’t be back until this afternoon. You’ll be leaving him alone all that time.”

I force myself not to swallow. “I have a phone now, Royce can call me, Rolland can call me, and besides, he won’t be alone. Victoria is here somewhere.” I lick my lips and look to Rolland. “And he has