Don't Let Me Fall(88)

think I can get any redder. There was an awkward silence as everyone stared at the floor.

“Hm.” Dad cleared his throat. “So is all forgotten then?” he asked. “You two back together? Kiss and make up and all that?”

I glanced at Logan and we nodded as we thought about it.

“Good,” Dad said stepping away from the door. “Now get the f-uck out of my house. Please.”

“Yes, sir,” Logan said leaning into me. Dad held up his hand, stopping Logan from kissing me goodbye. Are you serious?

“No. Go,” Dad said.

“This is unbelievable,” I said, staring my father down. “I’m twenty-two.”

“And I’m forty-three,” Dad said cocking an eyebrow. “You don’t see me kissing anyone in front of you.” I rolled my eyes as Dad pushed Logan out of my room. “Call her later.”

He shut my door as he walked in and stared at me. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Logan is far from his mind now. We’re back to the accident. “Birdie, you can’t keep these things

from me.”

“Seriously, Dad,” I sighed. “You kept your secrets to help me, right. I was doing the same. Nothing happened. I at least went to the police and reported it. And did you see

Kelsey? I don’t want her upset over nothing.”

“Almost getting robbed is not nothing,” Dad said softly.

I nodded as I crossed my arms.

“I know but nothing happened so I didn’t really worry. I didn’t want you guys to think I’d hit rock bottom again by getting into more trouble. It sucks when everyone walks on

eggshells around me.”

Dad walked up to me and pulled me into a hug. “We worry because it’s in our nature. We love you, Birdie. We don’t want anything to happen to you.” His scruff scratched my

forehead as he held me tighter. I’m just thinking about Logan…

Damn him for corrupting my thoughts!

After we hugged it out, we headed downstairs.

Toby was sitting on the couch with Peyton beside him, drinking sodas. He has a file in his hands and the look on his face doesn’t show anything good is in it.

“I really don’t want to make your day shitty but I have to,” Toby said softly. “She wants to make it seem like you had a part in it.” I furrowed my brows as I sat down on the

couch and took the file from him. “Like you helped them.”

My eyes found his and I couldn’t breathe.

She wants to do what?!

“She wants me to be looked at as an accessory to murder?” I asked, trying to form words through the lump in my throat. Peyton and Toby stared at each other then glanced at me.

When Toby nodded, I wanted to jump out of my seat, get on a plane and head over to Seattle. I want to kill his mother. Then I’d be involved in a crime for real.

That f-ucking bitch wants to tear me apart until I’m nothing! I would never hurt Alice! Ever! I loved her and she was my other half. There was no Rebeckah until there was a

Rebeckah and Alice. I got to live because of her.

“Becka, I think you should tell the police the whole story,” Matty said walking into the living room and sitting down beside me. “The whole…you know…” He pointed at my stomach

and I wanted to scream or hit something. “You could have been raped.” I didn’t want him to know about that but leave it to me to yell it out during my rage of destroying my room.

“I was stressed,” I mumbled.

“They left you in the motel room,” Toby said finding my eyes. “Becka, they could done something while you blacked out.”

I shook my head as I cracked open the file and stared at my written testimony. This won’t add up in court so I have to do a verbal one. I just need to read this and remember what I

said. I know the details of what happened that night but I have to read it. I have to mesmerize what I said because now that Toby’s mom is gunning for me, one wrong word could get

me into serious shit.



***

Logan and I got back into our old routine. And we spent a lot of time at his apartment. No, we didn’t have non-stop sex. We did whatever we did before the temporary breakup. Sex

was never the first thing on our list. I guess talking was. I understand why now but it seems weird to switch it up.

Now that Logan knows everything, I can open up. I’m used to people judging me and tearing me apart. Logan doesn’t do that. He listens. He’s here.

Aimee and Caleb are not like us. They are holed up in her room for hours and it’s rare to see her walking around. Darren and Alyssa are the same. I guess when Darren decided to

take up the other room, he invited Alyssa. These people are sex-crazed. That’s all it is.

I don’t understand how they moved into this place so fast but I can’t blame them. It’s what they want to do. Hopefully, they don’t breakup. Then someone will end up homeless.

That’s what you get for ditching the dorm.

Sometimes I wonder if I’d move in with Logan if he asked.

No, I need space. And living with him sounds absurd.

But I do think about it. Sometimes.

When I put on this dress I’m wearing right now, I thought about how Logan would look at me. It took everything in me not to strip naked and take care of the ache between my legs