Page 68 of Broken Dream
“No, of course not. I just told you he’s a dick.”
She widens her eyes. “Oh my God, he didn’t force you, did he?”
“No, he stopped when I told him to.”
She rolls her eyes. “So he’s not a rapist. Great.”
I frown. “But he did threaten me. Sort of.”
She leans in, her voice hushed. “My God, what do you mean?”
How much can I tell her? Do I open up to her about Jason?
Do I trust her enough to do that?
Damn. I really don’t know what to do.
I press my lips together. “He just said…he’d expose something he knew about me.”
She drops her jaw, her eyes gleaming. “Oh my God. What?”
“It’s…nothing I’m real comfortable talking about. I’m sorry about that, but I hope you understand.”
She pats me on the hand. “Angie, we’re friends, aren’t we?”
Again, just like Sage. Everyone’s a friend.
But I’m not like that.
I’m about to answer her—how, I’m not sure—when my doorbell rings.
Never has saved by the bell meant more to me.
Chapter Twenty
Jason
Lindsay.
Julia.
Angie.
All ghosts in my nightmare.
Love.
Loss.
I toss and turn as I wake, the echoes of their names still whispering in my ears. The room is filled with darkness and the chill of night, and I’m haunted by memories I’d rather forget. With a heavy sigh, I sit up in bed.
Lindsay.
Her laugh was like the tinkling of wind chimes on a breezy afternoon. The way her eyes sparkled when she looked at me, as if I held all the secrets of the universe. Each memory feels like a shard of glass, sharp and painful.
Julia.
My baby, her laugh so contagious. So young and innocent.
