Brutally Beautiful(46)

What the heck did that mean?

“We need to talk.” Tears burned my eyes out of sheer frustration, and I ran. I ran down the hallway into his office, hoping he’d follow me so I could get some sort of answers. This was too intense. His brother was vile towards me one minute, then the next, he was apologizing and following me around, being flirty in a weird way. I got that there was an attraction there. I mean Kade Grayson was glorious to look at. I now understood the idea of being attracted to someone at first sight, or whatever you wanted to call it. There was no denying something was there that drew us to acknowledge one another and to look at one another. I couldn’t remember another time where I’d felt this instant attraction so strongly with somebody, and I saw it in him, the way he watched me, I saw that same strong pull in his eyes. But he’d been following me. Conveniently showing up in places I frequented, just watching and waiting. To say I was worried was the understatement of the century. I was ready to pull out my claws.

Dylan’s serious face was in mine instantly, worry lines creasing his forehead, making him look so much older.

I paced back and forth in front of his desk, wringing my shirt in my hands. “Look, Dylan. I appreciate everything you have done for Bree and I, showing up here all messed up as we were, and letting us stay and work here, but you had to realize by now that I’m running from a really bad situation and I don’t want to get myself mixed up in another one. So, please tell me what it is that is wrong with your brother.”

Dylan’s eyebrows rose with a sad expression, his shoulders slumped and he just seemed to give in. “Take the night off, Lainey. Go home and Google Kade Grayson. He’s got his own damn Wikipedia page. You’ll find everything that everybody thinks about him there. Once you read all the articles on what happened and what he did, then look up his books. His pen name is Cory Thomas.”

I stood there staring at him. This whole town was bat-shit crazy, and the Graysons seemed to be the supreme rulers. Ever since we got here, I’d been waiting for someone to ask me to drink whatever weird Kool-Aid they were passing around. He couldn’t just give me an explanation? I had to go on a freaking treasure hunt?

Slipping out the back door, I yanked on my coat as fast as I could. It was freezing outside, but thank God, I had less than a ten-minute walk to the trailer park.

I had no idea what I would find when I looked up Kade. What could possibly make an entire town fear him? What could possibly make a grown man choose a reclusive existence and have such a strong distaste of other human beings? And, why the hell would he take it out on me? Climbing the icy steps to my trailer, I was determined to find out.

Warming my hands around a steamy cup of freshly made coffee, I turned my computer on. Logging online, I immediately typed Kade Grayson into a search engine, and clicked on the first site. Not prepared for what I saw, my coffee cup fell from my hands, stinging a burn across my fingers and splashing down my legs. The cup shattered into pieces across the crappy linoleum of the trailer and echoed itself in my ears.

Saint Benedict’s High School Massacre.

England.

School shooting.

1998.

A sixteen-year-old student killed a total of twenty-eight of his fellow students and three teachers.

Oh my God.

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.

My eyes scanned through the sickening photographs of the school. The crowds of screaming students, close-ups of crying teachers, zoomed in pictures of bullet holes in the windows of the classroom, and a terrifying black and white grainy video surveillance still shot of a lone gunman walking the hallway of the school, a duffle bag full of firearms hung from his shoulder. At the end of first period, each one of those guns would be emptied of bullets.