Or a scar altogether.
“You did,” I repeat.
“Strangers can become familiar with each other again.”
“Huh?”
“I changed my mind, Kimberly.”
“You changed your mind?”
His pale eyes meet mine with a determination that nearly knocks me off my feet. “I’m making it my business.”
My mouth falls open. I want to say something, but I can’t. When I finally speak, my voice is haunted, spooked even. “You…you can’t do that.”
“Watch. Me.”
“Are you forgiving me?” I curse the hope in my voice and all the jumbled emotions that come with it. I shouldn’t feel this way after I decided I’m erasing him from my life.
“Of course not,” he bites out. “That sin is unforgivable.”
My chin locks, but I manage to speak without emotions. “Then let me go. My life is none of your concern.”
“Told you, I’m making it mine.”
“But why? Fucking why?”
“That fucking attitude.” He narrows his right eye, but it quickly returns to normal. “You don’t get to take the easy way out just because you can. You don’t get to disappear just because you want to. I’m ruining all your plans, so you better be ready for me, Kimberly.”
He gently, so gently, pulls down my pullover to hide the scar, no idea if it disgusts him like the rest of me or if it’s another one of his cruel games. It’s so shocking how soft and gentle he can be. He simply chooses the other route with me – the rugged edge that’s meant to cut and hurt.
The one people reserve for their enemies.
“Hide while you can.” He pats my hand once, and although his skin is warm, it feels so cold. “When I find you, I’ll drag you out kicking and screaming.”
7
Kimberly
My blood is still boiling by the next day at school.
I tried to ignore it, and even spent the entire night dancing to a random list on Apple Music because that’s the only thing that usually gets me out of my funk.
It helps push the fog away.
However, I was too agitated and red with anger for the fog to come. It was burned and turned into nothingness.
I barely managed to sleep after what happened in Elsa’s house. It kept replaying at the back of my head on a loop, no matter how much I wanted to push it away.
Even now, as I sit next to Elsa, I can almost feel Xander’s breath mingling with mine, his threats rolling off my skin like a promise meant to cut. I can smell him on me, intertwined with mint and fresh laundry and ocean scent, even though I’ve taken three showers since yesterday.
What the hell. Seriously?
“Kim?” Elsa waves a hand in front of my face.
“Huh?” I sound as distracted as I feel.
“Did you hear a word I said?” she asks with a tone that implies she knows I didn’t.