Forever Dark(47)

He finally looks at me, his body tensed as he picks himself up and stands straight. “Am I going to have to teach you a lesson?”

“Fuck you!”

It’s as sudden as I expect it to be when his fist connects with my jaw. It hurts. But it’s not the first time I’ve been punched in the jaw. And probably not the last.

I get smart and I don’t push Jay any further. I have a career to think about and as pissed as I am, he’s not fucking worth ending it over.

He gets two hits in on me, I get one and shove him back when I hear the commotion behind me. I turn my head, get popped in the fucking ear and see Saylor behind me grabbing me along with three other players from our team.

“You good?” Saylor asks, holding me up and wiping away the blood pouring from my face.

I don’t answer.

I’m not good.





An hour later, I’m sitting in the cafeteria with Macy, trying to calm down when she tells me that I shouldn’t have been surprised by this.

As if that’s going to make me feel better.

The taste of blood coats my tongue from where my lip is split. I run my tongue across my lower lip feeling the gash. “You knew she was having sex with him, didn’t you?”

Macy shakes her head. “You didn’t?”

Deep down, I always knew. But I didn’t want to see it.

“I knew she was getting drugs from him. I didn’t know she was fucking him.” I squeeze my eyes shut, pain shoots through my head when I do that. “How long?” I can barely get the words out and when I do, I want to vomit.

My gut twists in pain, regret, anger, you name it. My breath comes faster now, my hands begin to shake. Setting down the glass of ice water, I push it about a foot away.

She doesn’t answer. Macy tries to hide her feelings from me, lie to me, but she can’t.

Fear gets the best of me and I kick the chair she’s sitting in, she jumps, her eyes snapping to mine. “Answer me, Macy!” About twenty students around us look at me and my outburst.

“Probably since she met him.” Macy says, glaring at me. “I don’t really know but the word around campus is that she’s been fucking him for drugs for years.”

I’m far from stupid. That means she fucked him in the same night she fucked me. Colton was right.

I grip the edge of the table we’re sitting at and flip it over. Our drinks go crashing to the floor and the people around us gasp, but it’s not enough.

I shouldn’t go see her, but I’m going to. She’s going to fucking explain to me what this was.

Macy grabs my shirt and tries to stop me. “Cash, don’t!”

“Fuck you.” I rip her hands away glaring at her. “Don’t touch me!”

Macy knows when I’m pissed and not to mess with me. Now is that time. She backs up and turns around. I feel like a dick but I’m also too consumed right now.

It takes me ten minutes to get to Madison’s dorm. I’m getting answers. Ten minutes of my rage boiling to the point where it’s overflowing and I’m actually concerned about the outcome and what I’m about to do.

I don’t even wait for her to answer the door, I throw my shoulder into the center, grunting when it connects with a solid hit. I feel a sharp pain rip up my arm knowing I could have just destroyed my shoulder.

Who cares?

I don’t.

“Open the fucking door, Madison!” When she doesn’t, I kick it and slam my fist against the wood. There’s scuff marks from my foot and splintered wood from my shoulder. “OPEN IT!”

This time she does. She’s not hiding from me. She’s expecting me. She’s there and backs against the wall when I enter the room, frozen blue eyes that want to drown catch mine. I don’t bother closing the door just yet, instead, I leave it open for the world to hear my anger. These fucking assholes around here think I’m perfect. Yeah, well, they’re about to get a new view of perfection.

Jenny’s to my left, standing in the bathroom. My eyes sweep to her first, I glare, she better mind her own fucking business for once. She doesn’t though, and that’s her problem.

“Cash…” Madison whispers, tentatively testing my mood, or maybe begging me not to make a scene. I want to smile that she thinks she can calm me down now.

Calm this down, baby.

My heart pounds but there’s no beat, it’s gone, there’s only a rushing blood and the crash.

My eyes snap to hers as I take her laptop that’s sitting on the table beside the door and throw it across the room. It smashes against the wall chipping away chunks of sheetrock.

In anger, I step towards her, harsh breaths and uncontrolled actions. Pain and adrenaline prick my stomach, it sits there, finds home, feeds there.