❝She's one of those girls you just can't walk away from. One of those girls you will never forget, no matter how hard you might try.❞
BOOK ONE OF THE SCARLETT CHRONICLES |
After being kidnapped as a young child, seventeen year old Scarlett Grey is...
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IT TOOK ME ten minutes to get upstairs to my room without disturbing my parents, who were tucked away in their own rooms and likely sound asleep.
The moment I closed my door behind me, my cellphone started to ring, and I jumped a good foot in the air. Cursing quietly to myself, I rooted around the disaster zone Sienna and I had left in my room. By the time I finally found the stupid thing under my bed, whoever had called kept calling back, barely hanging up when my voicemail kicked in before they were calling again.
"What the hell?" I muttered, as I slid my finger across the screen and pressed the phone to my ear without checking the ID.
"Ohmigod, Scarlett, please please please tell me you aren't at home right now. I tried to stall her but--"
"It's okay, Meghan. She knows," I sighed, successfully stopping her panicked babbling.
"Oh. You told her? She didn't tell me you told her," Meghan said breathlessly.
I held my breath for a beat, not sure how to explain the situation to Meghan. On one hand, Aimee was her sister. On the other, I was her friend. While Meghan had told me she wouldn't pick sides if something like this happened, I knew exactly where her heart was in this matter. And I couldn't fault her that.
"I didn't get the chance. She showed up just when I got home. I couldn't exactly shove Noah into the shrubbery," I told her, letting out a sarcastic laugh.
"She saw you guys?" Meghan asked in a small voice.
The moment replayed in my head for the millionth time. Standing there by the door, revelling in that goodnight kiss one second, crying and screaming the next. I shook the thought out of my mind. "If she'd been just five minutes later, we wouldn't be having this conversation."
I collapsed onto my bed in a huff, drawing my knees up into my chest.
"You sound exhausted. I'm assuming it didn't go over too well with Aims then?"
