All the Little Truths (English Prep 3) - Page 91

That was when I decided to text back.

Me- Let me know if you need anything after you two talk. I’m sure everything will be okay.

Eric- Why won’t you turn around?

My stomach felt funny, like I was on a rollercoaster I didn’t want to be on.

Eric- Is it because you know you’ll feel something when you look at me? … We wouldn’t want that, would we? You might beg me to fuck you again.

I sensed some anger in his text, but I wasn’t sure. Maybe that was better? Maybe making him mad at me was a good reason for him to stay away.

Eric- You’re not fooling anyone, Maddie. Not even yourself. I’ll see you tomorrow.

My brow crinkled.

Me- What’s tomorrow?

He texted back quickly.

Eric- You said you have nightmares when I’m not sleeping beside you. So, I’ll see you tomorrow night. Sorry I can’t stay tonight…you could always come to the cabin with me.

I wanted to. I wanted to go with him so badly my eyes began to water. But I shook my head and threw my phone on my bed, hoping he didn’t notice how annoyed and frustrated I was.

It wasn’t his fault.

It was mine.

He texted one more time before I heard his car start up in the driveway.

Eric- Don’t forget to lock your door, Maddie.

Part of me wanted to keep it unlocked in case he decided to come home early. But I knew it was unlikely, so I trudged over to it and locked it before I decided to follow him to the cabin to make a fool out of myself in front of everyone who hated me.

Chapter Forty

Eric

I’d rather be anywhere else than where I was at the moment. The cabin was swarming with my friends, all intoxicated off cheap beer and even some weed lingering in the air. I was sitting in the same spot that I had fucked Madeline in last night, and the only thing I could do was watch Christian lean back onto the spot beside me, knowing she had lay there and fingered herself less than twenty-four hours ago.

My face felt hot, and the beer coating my tongue did absolutely nothing for me. I wanted to be with Madeline, tucked away somewhere with the lights down low, with her mouth on mine. Or fuck, maybe even cuddling. I didn’t care. I just wanted to be with her, and I wanted to make sure she was okay.

“Christian, knock it off,” Hayley bemused beside me as Christian nuzzled her neck. Ollie was in the kitchen, cutting the cake—that was, quite possibly, the ugliest cake I’d ever seen—that he’d made Piper, handing out pieces to whomever wanted one—which was really just anyone with the munchies.

“No,” Christian murmured.

Resentment started to fill my head. Did he know how lucky he was to be sitting with Hayley, touching her in public? When would Madeline let me do that? Would she ever let me do that?

I thought I’d broken her last night. I thought I’d gotten it into her head that I didn’t give a fuck what people thought, even more so what my father thought. Yeah, okay, our families were involved in some fucked-up drama that belonged on a soap opera, but it didn’t really affect us any longer.

My father fucked up.

So did her mother.

No one had to tell her monster of a father what went on. I knew I wasn’t going to tell him. In fact, I hoped I never had to come face to face with him ever.

Taking another drink of beer, letting it burn the back of my throat, I glanced at my phone, only to see no missed texts.

I wonder what she’s doing.

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