The Darkest Part(18)

“Let go of me.” I jerk back, but his fingers dig in deeper. “I said let go!”

His eyes flash, and for a split second, something registers. “Sorry.”

“Fuck you!”

“Sam—”

“Don’t ever fucking talk to me again. Don’t ever fucking look at me again.” I turn my back on him and storm off, my heart ready to leap out of my chest. My breathing is heavy, and my vision blurs.

I fight back the tears until I know I’m far enough away.

And then I keep fighting them.

Once I’m safely in my room, I let them fall, trailing scorching paths down my cheeks. When Tyler walks into my room, he doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t question. He just holds me until I’m all cried out.





Holden

I can’t stop pacing.

My head is aching, my knuckles sore from gripping my hands into fists. Whatever my dad said to Sam has her upset. She’s been sitting under that tree for half an hour, just staring off into nothing.

I continue to argue with myself about storming into his house and demanding to know what he did to her—but my sanity wins out. For now. If she’d picked any other place to go, I’d have gone to her in a heartbeat. But I can’t. Not here. Not after what happened the last time.

I was such a dick back then. But I had a reason for why I hurt her. I had a good reason. Only, it means fuck all now, doesn’t it?

As she wraps her arms around herself, her tiny shirt inches up to reveal a sliver of smooth stomach, and I just want to come out of my skin. I almost laugh out loud. I’m losing my mind. After all this time, I’m still losing my shit over this girl. But when she buries her face in her knees, and I see the tremble of her shoulders, I can’t take it anymore.

Stepping from behind the huge pine, I say gently, “He’s an asshole, Sam.”

She startles, whipping her head around. “Holden? What the hell—?”

I hold up my hands. “I saw you . . .” I glance behind me, indicating that I saw her leave the house. “I don’t know why you were there, but I wish you would’ve told me first. I could’ve warned you that he’s unreasonable now.” I laugh, I can’t help it. “Unreasonable now. As if he’s ever been.”

She scrambles against the tree and pushes herself up to stand. “It’s understandable, considering everything he’s gone through since . . .” She looks away, down the trail, away from me. She can’t say it.

“Since he lost both his wife and his son. Since I killed her.” I say it for her.

Sam’s arms hang helplessly by her sides. “It was an accident, Holden. Somewhere inside, he knows that.” She finally looks at me. “He’ll come around.”

Yeah. An accident. Like Tyler’s death was an accident.

I exhale heavily, trying to rein in my anger. I didn’t come here to fight with her. “Are you all right?”

She shrugs. “I’ve been better.”

It’s the first time she’s said a sentence to me that isn’t laced with venom. I think I’m making progress . . . .for whatever my reason is . . . until she lifts her head and her bright eyes spear me.

“You should probably leave.”

I press my lips together and nod once, hard. “Right.” I turn to go, but say over my shoulder, “Whatever you wanted, you know I could probably help you.”

There’s silence, me taking a couple of slow steps, waiting to see if she’ll respond, and her . . .

“Wait.”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I pivot. Raise my eyebrows. Her face flushes, and I pretend like I still have an effect on her.

Sam bites down on her lip, thinking. And I can’t help wanting to taste that lip. To taste her. Stop, I mentally scold myself. She was my brother’s girlfriend. Especially now that he’s gone, I shouldn’t have these thoughts about her. She was always his. Will always be his.

“Do you have access to your family mausoleum?” she asks.

I squint. “What? You mean like a key to get inside?”

She nods. “Yeah.”

I shake my head. “I’m sorry,” I tell her, hating being the reason her face falls. It’s such an odd question, but maybe she just wants to be closer to Tyler. “Is that what you asked my dad?”

With a huff, she turns around and starts walking. “Forget it. Never mind.”

“Sam—” I jog up beside her, matching her pace. “Just tell me what’s going on. I won’t judge.” And I won’t. No one’s lived a more screwed up existence than I have. Especially during high school. She saw me at my worst, and she still accepted me. Fuck. I need to stop thinking like that.