No. I can’t believe it, but I have to trust what I see with my own two eyes.
The boys did this. All this time, I trusted them with everything that I had. They promised to keep me safe. They promised to love me and give their lives to save mine, and when I was at my most vulnerable, they took that trust away.
They did this.
They blew up the cabin. They tried to kill me. I feel it deep in my gut.
I trusted the wrong people.
The tears fall from my eyes, blurring the inferno before me. I scramble back, my feet pushing against the hard dirt to gain leverage, the blaze getting too hot to withstand and only when my back slams against the trunk of a tree, I achingly push myself to my feet.
My heart breaks, the boys’ betrayal riding heavily on my shoulders as the SUV disappears out of sight, leaving me stranded with nowhere to go and not a damn soul to trust.
All I know is that I can’t stay here.
I turn and without a backward glance, I take off into the darkened woods, my feet pounding against the cold ground, stumbling and tripping, knowing that this has to be the last time that I will ever see the Kings of Ravenwood Heights again.
From here on out, I’m on my own.