Don't Let Me Fall(95)

I just had sex with him and prayed he was clean.

f-uck.

Roger is one of the reasons why I tried to kill myself. He was a part of Alice’s death. He’s dangerous, Becka. What else is he capable of? I think he cut Mom’s brakes. The police

never found out what happened. I think that motherf*cker (no pun intended) did something.

“You’re not keeping this from the police, Becky,” Matty said grabbing my arm. “He’s going to get arrested.”

“No,” I said. “Not yet.” I wiped my tear filled eyes and turned my back on the two men responsible for my world of pain and loneliness. “I’m done here.” I walked out of the

room and leaned against the wall once I got to the hallway.

“Becka, he’s a part of this,” Matty said breathing down my neck. “He’s going to jail.”

“No!” I snapped, holding his eyes with mine filled with rage. There’s more to this and I’m going to find out what it is. “I’m planning something. I know what I’m doing. I

will get Roger for this but they have to make sure Melissa gets what’s coming.”

“So…what are you going to do with the other guy?” Aimee asked, doe-eyed.

Everything in my f-ucking nature to get him to crack.

“You’ll see when it happens. Right now, no one gets involved. Robert can’t know we know,” I said. Everyone’s brows furrowed. “Yeah, I kind of forget his name because he’s not

important.”

Kelsey walked back to us with Remy. “You better tell me what he said,” she said. “Just leave out the messy parts.”

So we caught them up to speed.

And my plan started forming in my head.

I just started living. No one is taking me from that.

To move on into the future, you have to deal with the past.

I’m going to deal with that problem.

And he’s going to regret it.



- 22 -



It’s been three weeks since the court date and I’m almost ready for my plan to take action. I need to know what I’m going to say and do before I just end up snapping his neck.

R will get what he deserves.



***

I brought my hand up to the door and knocked three times. I think it’s f*cked up how R still lives in my mom’s house. I have no doubt in my mind that he got her killed. He did

help kill my best friend. I wouldn’t put anything past him.

I waited a few seconds but didn’t hear footsteps so I rang the doorbell twice and tapped my foot on the welcome mat. Ten seconds later, I heard footsteps on the other side of the

door.

The door swung open and R did a double take of me. I call him R now because thinking of names to call him bores me. And I really can’t remember his name that much.

“This is a surprise,” he said, staring at me hard.

“Are you alone?” I asked with a small smile on my lips.

He chewed his bottom lip as he studied me.

“I have a few people over,” he said.

Okay…

“Can you get them to leave?” I asked reaching out and touching his arm. “I have to…talk to you.”

“Uh…what are you doing?” R asked staring at my hand. He dropped his arm and slid his hand into his pocket. That’s exactly what I was hoping for. I need him to not understand my

approach.

“Um…never mind. I’m sorry.” I shook my head and bit my lip. “I thought…I’m sorry. This is so embarrassing. I just thought…you and my mom were really close. I don’t know why

I came here.”

I turned on my heel and started walking down the pathway.

R reached out and grabbed my arm.

“Wait,” he said with a look in his eyes. And there it is. That’s what I needed. The want. He has no idea why I’m here but he’s not going to pass it up. “Give me a minute.”

I nodded and crossed my arms over my chest, exposing more cleavage through my already revealing shirt. R’s eyes didn’t miss that move.

He walked back into the house and a few seconds later, three guys around his age walked out with raised eyebrows as they saw me. Yeah, okay. I get it. I look like a slut. My shirt

is revealing some stomach and a lot of b-reasts, my skinny jeans are super tight and my heels are sexy and doing what they’re supposed to be doing. My hair is down and over one

shoulder and I have eyeliner on. I have more make-up on that my sisters and Aimee suggested I used and I have to say I look good. Sluty and good.

R came to the door and let me in.

“If you were busy you didn’t have to kick them out,” I said batting my lashes at him in a sexual way. He hasn’t stopped staring at me so I know I’m getting him right where I

want him.

“It’s fine,” R said shutting the door. “They were leaving soon.” He turned and started walking toward me. “So why did you come by? I thought you hated me.” I still do.

“I hated my mother,” I said stepping closer to him. I reached out and let my fingers slide up his chest. My eyes found his. “I’m sorry…should I not say that?”

His fingers wrapped around my hand and he smiled.