Page 78 of Undeniable
Snatching my phone from my jeans pocket, I rushed past the angry librarian and out of the library.
The October air carried the scent of impending rain as the sun disappeared behind dark clouds, rivaling the storm brewing in my head. I was going to murder Kurtis. I called my mom but got her voicemail.
“Mom, call me as soon as possible.”
I jogged to my truck, which was clear on the other side of campus. I was about to lose my damn mind until my phone lit up with my mom’s name.
“Mom,” I rushed out.
“Lucas, your father is in the hospital. I’m on my way. Meet there, please.”
“What happened?” I ran by students hurrying to get out of the impending rain.
“I don’t know. Just get to Lakemont General.” Then the line went dead.
Fuck my life.
Thunder rumbled overhead as I reached my truck, the sky a slate gray. I fumbled with my keys as the first fat raindrops splattered to the ground.
Then as I bent down to pick up my keys, a pair of boots came into view. Before I could straighten, my attacker grabbed me by the hair, and the first punch hit my cheek.
Stars burst behind my eyes as a second blow rocked my jaw. I staggered, reaching for anything to brace myself, but another fist slammed me against my truck. I tasted copper as rain pelted down, washing the blood from my split lip.
“Shane sends his regards,” a gruff voice hissed close to my ear.
Disoriented, I tried to fight back, but another guy came out of nowhere and secured my arms behind my back.
Lightning flashed, illuminating my attacker’s face—leathery skin, dark eyes, and the kind of expression that said he enjoyed roughing up people.
“Tell your old man that the clock is ticking,” he said, driving a fist into my stomach that had me doubled over. “Next time, we’ll be sure you can’t run down a football field.”
I should’ve been worried about my football career, but all I could picture was what these men could do if they attacked Mazzie.
The second dude released me as both men disappeared like ghosts through the pouring rain. I glanced around, holding my stomach. The parking lot was deserted as thunder crashed and lightning flashed.
I picked up my keys and slowly climbed into my truck.
My hands shook as I gripped the steering wheel. Rain hammered against the windshield. The metallic taste of blood coated my tongue, and every breath sent sharp pain through my ribs.
As I sped down the rain-slicked streets on the drive to Lakemont General, it seemed like I was navigating a nightmare. Rage at my father for putting Mom and me in danger kept me alert, and I couldn’t help but think that Mazzie could get caught up in this mess as well.
26
Mazzie
Several hours after the doctor’s appointment and a trip to the drugstore, I sat on the edge of the whirlpool tub in the en suite of my room at Bailey’s house.
Three tests. Each one with two pink lines. Positive, positive, positive.
I wanted to scream and throw up, but all I could do was cry. I hated myself for allowing this to happen. Med school? Gone. Future? Exactly like my mother’s. To say I hated myself was an understatement.
A knock rattled the door.
Thank heavens Bailey was back with Advil. My head had been throbbing since I’d left Dr. Vasquez’s office.
“Maze, are you in there?” Kaylee asked, sounding as though she’d been crying.
I didn’t want my sister to know. All this pregnancy would do was prove to her that the Meyers women were doomed to screw up their lives.
