All The Lies: A Dark New Adult Romance: Chapter 27
All The Lies: A Dark New Adult Romance (Lies & Truths Duet Book 1)
Hands reach out for me as I run down a dark, filthy alley.
âRaiâ¦â
âGo, Rai.â
âRun! You have to go.â
My heart thumps louder at that voice. I know that voice.
That voice has been caught between my heart and my ribcage for as long as I can remember.
Iâve been missing that voice from my life, and it has finally returned.
Reina?
I STARTLE AWAKE, my chest constricting with a frightening force.
âReina? Are you okay?â
Iâm disoriented for a second. Itâs like Iâm still in that alley, battling against the invisible hands coming for me.
It takes me a few blinks to realize Iâm home, lying on my bed. Izzy sits beside me, wiping sweat off my forehead.
The back of my throat feels dry and scratchy. âW-what happened?â
Her brows furrow with concern. âArenât you supposed to tell us that?â
My throat itches as I speak. âWhat do you mean?â
A look of sympathy covers her features. âAsher found you passed out in the locker room at school.â
Memories crush down on my brain. Asher and me in the showers. We agreed to meet outside thenâ¦then the lights went off. Something collided with my head and then everything went black.
âDid Asher see what happened?â I ask Izzy.
âI donât think so. He did report it to the administration, though.â
Not that theyâll do anything. They found no footage the previous two times. This one wonât be any different.
My fingers tremble as I pull the sheet up to my chin. The back of my head hurts and something in my body feels sour and beaten up as if Iâve been running the entire day.
âWhereâ¦â I clear my throat from the onslaught of emotions. âWhereâs Asher?â
âHe just stepped out,â she says with a tight smile. âHeâll be right back.â
I try not to feel betrayed that he left me in this state, but an ominous feeling gnaws at my insides.
Something is wrong. Completely wrong.
âThere you are.â Jason steps into the room, his brows scrunched.
âYouâre not supposed to be here,â Izzy scolds.
âItâs fine,â I say as he sits on the side of my bed.
Jason is most likely Cloud003, but as I watch his eyes, I donât think heâs my attacker.
âJason!â Izzy hisses. âStand up.â
âI was worried about you.â He ignores his mother, his features hardening. âThis is getting serious.â
âSerious?â I repeat.
He exchanges looks with Izzy, as if getting her permission.
âDonât you dare.â Izzy stands over us like the Grim Reaper, glaring down at her son.
âShe deserves to know,â he says.
âItâs not our place to tell her,â she argues.
âI deserve to know what?â I stare between them.
Izzy shakes her head frantically.
âTell me.â I pull on the sleeve of Jasonâs hoodie.
He finally breaks eye contact with his mother and meets mine.
âThis incident, the one from the classroom, and even the one on the rooftop were allâ¦â He trails off.
âWere all what?â My voice is as haunted as I feel.
âTheyâre similar to things you dared others to do.â
âW-what?â
âI think someone is taking revenge on you, Reina. Theyâre making you pay for what youâve done.â
I try to breathe, but I canât. Liquid streams down my cheeks, and itâs then I realize itâs tears.
Thisâ¦canât be happening.
âItâs increasing in intensity,â Jason continues. âWhat if next timeââ
Izzy swats him, cutting him off mid-sentence. Before I can urge him to keep going, Asher appears in the doorway.
He glares at how close Jason is sitting to me then narrows his eyes on the tears streaming down my cheeks.
âWhat are you doing here?â he asks Jason.
âI told him to stay.â I sniffle.
Izzy pulls her son by the arm and nods in Asherâs direction. âWe were just leaving. Get better soon, Reina.â
The door closes behind them, leaving Asher and me alone.
He stays at the entrance, watching with a shuttered expression, his thick lashes fluttering down on darkened eyes.
Something in me lightens at seeing him. Heâs always been there after every atrocity. Heâs not a white knight per se âblack knight is more fitting, but the fact that heâs always been there makes my heart race.
He finally strides toward me with both his hands shoved in his pockets. Heâs changed into sweatpants and a simple white T-shirt that contrasts with his tanned skin and those veiny forearms.
He sits where Jason was and wipes a tear with the pad of his thumb.
âWhy are you crying? What did Jason say?â
âHe said someone is taking revenge on me. Is that true?â
His jaw tightens, but he doesnât say anything to confirm or deny.
âWhy didnât you tell me before?â My lower lip quivers.
His fist clenches, but he continues his silence.
My skin prickles with pent-up energy when he ignores me like this.
âWhat am I supposed to do now?â I murmur. âHow am I supposed to ask for forgiveness or move forward if I donât know who or what Iâm up against?â
âIâm sure theyâll show themselves.â He wipes the rest of my tears with his thumb.
âWhat if they donât?â
âYouâre strong, prom queen. Youâve escaped them three times, havenât you?â
âHow long do you think I can stay strong? What if Iâm weak inside?â I sniffle, meeting his gaze. âWould you let me lean on you?â
He pauses at my cheek before he resumes his ministrations. âWhy would you want that?â
âI just want to, okay?â I reach over and wrap my arms around his waist, my head resting against his heartbeat. âDonât push me away, Ash.â
He stiffens. âItâs Asher.â
âWhatever, Ash is better.â I tighten my hold around his narrow, sculpted waist. My nose nuzzles in his T-shirt and I breathe him in, his sandalwood scent and his warmth. I donât want to be apart from him anymore. I donât want to fight the feelings Iâve developed for him.
âYouâre playing with fire, Reina,â he says lowly, almost apologetically.
âThen Iâll just burn.â
It takes him a few seconds before he wraps an arm around my back and pats my head with the other one.
Heâs hugging me. Asher is hugging me.
He pulls me into him and lets me sleep in the curve of his body, my neck hidden in his neck and my legs nestled between his.
âJust sleep,â he murmurs against my head, planting a chaste kiss on top.
As I close my eyes, I know Iâll sleep the best I have in ages.
Because I finally feel like I belong.