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Rival (Fall Away #2)

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“You’ll get caught in the cross fire,” he pointed out.

I wiggled my fingers against the keys, forgetting what I had been writing. “Of course.”

“Madoc?” he pressed, and I let out a silent breath, aggravated that he was asking so many questions.

I knew what he wanted to know, though.

“I changed my mind,” I explained. “I didn’t want him hit with this, after all.”

“Good.” He surprised me, and I looked up, meeting his eyes. “He was just a kid, too, I guess,” he offered.

I had returned to Shelburne Falls with the intention of releasing the media package once I’d proved that I had moved past Madoc, that he no longer had my heart or my head. Nothing went according to plan, though. Instead of humiliating Madoc, his father, and my mother, I’d taken the path of least resistance.

I didn’t want Madoc hurt, because he didn’t deserve it. I had been hurt at sixteen when I’d stolen one of my dad’s cars and driven back to Shelburne Falls only to find Madoc with someone else. But as adult as our actions were back then, we were only kids. I couldn’t hate Madoc for making mistakes any more than I could blame our unborn child for being created.

Madoc never loved me, but I knew he never wanted to hurt me, either.

So I changed the plan. I got what I wanted, but I did it quietly without any embarrassment to him or his dad.

I lowered my hands to my lap and picked at my cuticles. Nervous habit. I knew my dad didn’t like it. He and Mr. Caruthers were alike in many ways.

I lightened my voice. “Ted should make parole.”

“Fallon.” He shook his head in aggravation. “I told you not to involve yourself with that.”

“He’s your uncle. Which means he’s my family.”

“That’s not—”

“When someone you love needs you,” I interrupted, “you suck it up.”

I smiled at Tate’s words coming out of my mouth. I wished I’d gotten to know her more.

I returned my gaze to the computer and started typing again, signaling that the conversation was over. He stood there for several seconds, taking sips of his beer every so often and watching me. I refused to look at him or let him see my shaking fingers. There were things I would never tell my father, no matter how much I loved him.

He wouldn’t know that I’d lost five pounds in the past two weeks or that I’d had dreams every night that made me never want to wake up.

I clenched my teeth and blinked away the burn in my eyes, typing nonsense just so I could look like I had my shit together in front of my dad.

“Nothing that happens on the surface of the sea can alter the calm of its depths,” my father would say, quoting Andrew Harvey.

But the depths weren’t calm. A black hole had opened up in the center of my stomach from seeing Madoc again and it was sucking me in little by little. The sky got blacker every day, and my heart beat slower and slower.

“You’re going to ruin me, Fallon.”

I punched the keys harder. I had no idea what I was writing for the summer course I’d picked up to keep busy.

My father walked toward the doorway but stopped to look at me before leaving. “Do you feel better now?”

I swallowed the ache. At least I tried to. But I tipped my chin up anyway and looked at him head-on. “I never expected to feel better. I just wanted them to feel worse.”

He stood there in silence for a moment and then walked out.

• • •

A week later, I came out of the shower to see that I had missed calls from my mother and Tate.

I clenched the phone in my hand, wanting to talk to one of them but knowing I shouldn’t and knowing I should talk to the other but not wanting to. Neither had left messages, but Tate had texted after the call.

Need a roommate at NW?

My eyes narrowed, but I smiled a little despite myself. Without hesitation I called her back.

“Hey, there you are,” she answered, laughter in her voice.

“What’s this about a roommate?” I lay back on my bed, my wet hair splayed across the sheets.

“Well,” she started, “my dad finally accepted that I really want to go to Northwestern—and I do. I just didn’t tell him that I’d changed my plans because of him. Anyway, he won’t let me live with Jared. He’s insisting on the full college experience and wants me in the dorms the first year.”

“You listen to your daddy. That’s cute,” I teased, although I envied her having such an involved parent.

She snorted. “People don’t deliberately piss off my father. Especially Jared.”

My face fell immediately at the mention of her boyfriend. Madoc aside, I had threatened Jason Caruthers with exposing Jared’s mom. I wondered if he knew. It didn’t sound like Tate did. I didn’t think she would have forgiven me easily for that—and I was surprised to feel a sudden pang of guilt at having betrayed her friendship.

“So,” she continued, mischief in her voice. “Are you in the dorms this year?”

“Yeah, and I happen to have a double I’m using as a single.”

It was perfect actually. Tate and I got along, and for some reason, I was looking forward to school starting now.

“A single? You don’t want to be in a single. It’s soooo lonely,” she drawled out with exaggeration.

I laughed.

But I was still unsure. Tate meant Jared. And Jared meant Madoc. I couldn’t be around him.



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