Page 35 of His White Moonlight
“I will.”
I hung up, grabbed the keys from him, and started down the stairs.
Was I happy to have a chaperone?No.I’d wanted to meet up with Sophia, my future roommate, today.Thankfully, I hadn't tried setting anything up in advance.
When we reached the car, I learned that Bennett's door-opening rule didn’t only apply to when I was a passenger or in a parking garage.He opened the driver’s door for me and closed it again.He stayed next to the door for a moment.
Don’t do it, Wren.Don’t look at him, or you’ll be more tempted to run him over.
Bennett seemed to sense my mood because he didn’t attempt conversation as we left the house and approached the gate.The guard from last time was there and didn’t open the gate until he saw Bennett in the passenger seat.
“Yeah, definitely not a prisoner,” I said under my breath.
“Is that really how it feels to you?”Bennett asked.
“I’m nineteen.I can vote for the next leader of our great nation, but I can’t go anywhere without permission first.Does that sound right to you?Because it doesn’t to me.”
He was quiet as I took the route he’d taken the last two days to get to the highway.
Driving wasn’t bad at first, but the closer I got to the city and the more cars there were around us, the more nervous I got.My palms started to sweat, and my chest grew tighter.
“Take the next exit,” Bennett said.
Rather than try to fight for the right to keep driving, I signaled and pulled over to the shoulder before reaching the stop sign.
“Wait there,” he said.
He walked around the car and opened my door.
Without a word, I got out and took the passenger seat.
When we were in the car again, he pulled away from the shoulder and got right back onto the highway.
Frustration, anger, and the growing need to cry had me looking out the window for the next thirty minutes, until Bennett asked, “Where do you want to go?”
“Home.”
CHAPTER SIX
Lyingon my stomach on my bed, I stared at my closet, which was devoid of any new purchases because Bennett had turned around like I’d asked him to.
And now everyone was worried.
Mom had tried calling me twice.I hadn’t answered.Aiden had tried next.Then Karter.Like I wanted to talk to any of them.They wouldn’t understand.
How could Ipossiblybe sad?I could have anything I asked for.A luxury car?No problem.Purses that cost over nine thousand dollars.No big deal.Freedom to do what I wanted when I wanted?Hold on…let’s not get crazy.How could I be sufficiently smothered if I had any freedom whatsoever?
The muffled sound of Bennett’s voice reached me through my door.“I don’t know.”There was a brief pause.“I tried.”
Tried knocking on my door a million times?He wasn’t lying.
“She said she wants to be alone.”
Also true.
“Fine.”
A few moments later, he knocked on my door again.
