Fear Me (Broken Love #1)(7)


by B.B. Reid

I reached the door and stepped outside, feeling as if I was on death row and this was my final walk. I reluctantly walked over to him, but only close enough to talk to him without Willow overhearing. As I drew closer, I admitted that there was something dangerously irresistible about him. It drew me in even when I wanted to run away. If only I could figure out why…

“Why are you here?” I asked before I lost my nerve.

His eyes lazily traveled over me in a way that made me feel both insignificant and naked. I was wearing white jeans and a dark red top that hugged my torso and flowed at my waist. The top made me feel feminine and sexy. I knew I was making a statement when I put it on. I just wasn't sure what I was trying to say.

He used both hands to push off his car, the momentum bringing his chest to mine all too quickly. I sucked in a breath and felt my body shudder just as it did in the pharmacy when he first touched me.

“Lose the girl,” he said loud enough for Willow to hear. It took a moment for me to realize what he said, because my mind and body had both shut down in submission.

“But she’s my ride to school,” I answered.

“Get rid of her,” he repeated. The look on his face warned me not to argue.

I reluctantly turned to Willow, who was openly glaring at Keiran. I never told her about the incident at the pharmacy. She’d only been back for a week now and it was an unspoken agreement between us that Keiran was a taboo subject. Not only that, but Willow seemed different since she’s been back. She was still my Willow, but I knew something happened over the summer.  I was fond of looking into people’s eyes. They told more than the lips ever could – they told the truth. Willow’s eyes had changed. They held something that I didn’t recognize, but they also held something I did recognize—pain.

“Will, I’m going to drive to school today. I’m sorry you came all the way here for nothing.” I gave her a small smile, hoping to reassure her.

“Lake, we live less than a mile apart and your house is on the way to school. What’s going on?” I could hear the suspicion in her voice.

“Nothing, I just have stuff I need to take care of immediately after school. I’ll see you in class, okay?” She caught the look I sent her to drop it so she huffed and got into her car after sending Keiran another glare. I waited until she disappeared down the street before I rounded on Keiran. “Please don't do this,” I immediately begged.

“Get in the car,” he ordered. I blinked up at him a few times to process the idea of me in Keiran’s car…alone…with him.

“Thanks, but I can drive myself to school.”

There was no way I was getting into that car with him. We would be too close – breathing the same air. I was already painfully aware of him from a distance. I didn't need to torture myself.

I dismissed him by turning by back and heading for my own car. I guess that’s how I ended up over his shoulder and tossed into his car the next moment. He was in the car before I could right myself. While reaching for the handle I heard, “I don't have the patience, Monroe.” He snapped the words out harshly and I quickly ditched my plan to make a run for it.

Oh God, he’s going to kill me – kill me and toss my body in a river. I seriously watch too much Law & Order. I can see the words on my headstone now…

She lived a miserable life full of fear and abandonment issues.

Maybe it’s good she’s dead.

After all, this was all we could give her.

“Listen, I know what happened a year ago and I know how it looked, but I’m telling you I had nothing to do with you being arrested!” I yelled, uncaring that I just raised my voice at Keiran freaking Masters. My fate was already sealed.

He didn't reply but I could see a muscle tick in his jaw as he pulled out of the driveway making my nervousness increase tenfold. Six Forks has a lot of wooded area, secluded so no one could hear my screams. We were driving for about ten minutes; all the while I was holding my breath. We reached one of the six forks in the road that made up the town. I was near panicking when he turned down the road leading away from the school.

Oh God. Oh no…shit!

“Let me out,” I was visibly shaking now. “Let me out…let me out of the fucking car!” I screamed as we headed down a long road that led to nothing but more trees.

He parked when we were out of sight and shut off the car. He ignored my tantrum as he got out of the car, heading around to my side. I frantically grabbed my phone from my bag to call for help while cursing my stupidity for getting into the car with him in the first place. He ripped open the door, grabbed both of my arms, and slammed me up against the side of the car.

“I’m going to make this quick and I’m going to say this only once because something tells me your little friend won’t hesitate to call the police if you take too long to show, so listen up.” I just stared up at him wondering if this was really happening. “You framed me –”

“I swear it wasn't me…”

He quickly wrapped a hand around my throat in warning. “You’re done talking,” he sneered. It was more a statement than a question. I looked away, the intensity of his stare burning through me. “Eyes on me.” He refused to make this easy for me. “I have a score to settle and it directly involves you and only you.”

I felt his thumb rub my neck softly, but he dropped his hand as quickly as it happened leaving me wondering if it really did.

“You won’t make a move without my knowing. Any time you eat, drink, or breathe I will know.”  I stared at him as if he’d grown two heads. “Every moment is mine – your thoughts, your hopes, your dreams are all mine. I will always know where you are and what you are doing. You are mine…at least for the next year,” he smirked.

“Who do you think you are?” I asked, my anger overriding my fear. Of everything he could have done, I never expected this. It sounded like slavery. I still didn’t understand why he didn’t kill me and get it over with. He’s been playing this cat and mouse game for years.

“I am the guy whose freedom you stole.” The clipped tone of his voice cut into my nerves. I could tell from the tick in jaw that he was losing control. “For an entire year, my free will was taken from me and you will feel how I felt.”

I still didn’t understand what he was asking for and what purpose he would need to take away my freedom. He wanted control, that much was apparent, but he wanted something else too. I could see it in the burning heat in his eyes.