Chapters (37)
- Title Page
- Table of Contents
- Dedication
- About This Book
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Epilogue
- About the Author
- Excerpt The Tangle of Awful
Though our mouths don’t speak the words, our hearts do it for us. She’s clearly upset with me, hence the silent treatment, but needs me.
She may have broken my heart with what she’s done to me. However, it doesn’t make my feelings for her disappear instantly. I still care about her and her well-being.
It kills me that she’s lying in bed so…broken.
All I want to do is hold her until she’s whole again.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Willa
Two Weeks Later
I don’t recognize my life anymore.
Everything is a blur. Time passes too quickly and I feel almost groggy when I note just how much time has gone by. All I want to do is sleep.
Sleep and never wake up.
Probably because when I sleep, he’s there with me. Every single night.
My heart clenches painfully in my chest. Though we’re still not on speaking terms, Callum comes into my room each night since Levi’s attack and holds me.
It’s so messed up.
All of it.
Though Levi hurt me, and both Darren and Mom know what happened, he’s still living under the same roof as me. At school, he follows me like a dark shadow. It’s as if he’s claimed me somehow and is making sure the whole school knows it.
In Callum’s class, I keep waiting for him to notice. To swoop in and save me from the monster in my life. He probably would if I actually talked to him. So badly I want to whisper what Levi did to me whenever Callum has me wrapped in his safe arms, but I always find a reason to bite my tongue.
He hurt me.
Callum really hurt me when he blew up, assuming I did the worst with his brother and nephew, and never let me explain.
“Hey, Willa,” Levi says, flashing me a boyish grin as he passes by my desk. “You look pretty today.”
His words—his niceness—make my skin crawl. I don’t want him to look at me or speak to me. It’s bad enough sharing a class and a house with him.
“Take a seat, Mr. Paulson,” Callum calls out as he enters the classroom, voice thunderous and commanding. “This isn’t social hour, though your grade in my class begs to differ.”
The class sniggers. The chill that had settled in my bones is chased away by Callum’s warm voice. He doesn’t know the story, but he’s accurately deduced Levi did something to me. In his subtle way, he’s protecting me.
Tears sting at my eyes. This is all such a mess. If Callum cares enough to protect me from Levi, why didn’t he care enough to protect our relationship from his past trust issues?