Confess(80)
As soon as the door is open, he rushes inside. He kisses me briefly on the cheek and says, “I need to use your restroom.”
His hurried appearance throws me off for a second as I watch him remove his things from his belt. Gun, handcuffs, car keys. He sets it all on the bar, and I can’t help but notice the sweat dripping down his temple. He looks nervous. “Go ahead,” I say, gesturing toward the restroom. “Make yourself at home.”
He heads straight for the restroom and as soon as he opens the door, I experience a small moment of panic.
“Wait!” I say, rushing behind him. He steps away from the door, and I brush past him. I walk to the sink and pick up all the seashell soaps. I walk out of the restroom and he’s eyeing my hands curiously.
“What am I supposed to wash my hands with now?” he asks.
I nod my head toward the cabinet. “There’s liquid soap in there,” I tell him. I look down at the soaps in my hands. “These aren’t for guests.”
He closes the door in my face, and I walk the soaps to my room, feeling a little ridiculous.
I have serious issues.
I set the soap down on my nightstand and pick up my phone. I have several missed text messages, and only one of them is from my mother. I scroll through them and they’re all from Owen. I start at the bottom and work my way up.
Call me.
Are you okay?
It’s important.
Meat dress.
Please call me.
If you don’t respond to my text in five minutes, I’m coming over.
I immediately text him back.
Don’t come over, Trey is here. I’m fine.
I hit send and then type him another message.
Are you okay?
He pings me back immediately.
Someone broke into my studio tonight. They destroyed everything.
My hand flies up to my mouth, and I gasp.
He took your confession, Auburn.
My heart is in my throat, and I quickly glance up to make sure Trey isn’t standing at my door. I don’t want him to see my reaction right now, or he’ll want to know who I’m texting. I quickly send Owen another message.
Did you call the police?
His response comes through just as I hear the door to the bathroom open.
And tell them what, Auburn? To come clean up their mess?
I read the text twice.
Their mess?
I immediately hit delete on all the messages. I set the phone down and try to appear casual, but Owen’s last message is playing over and over in my head. He thinks Trey did this?
I want to say that Owen is wrong. I want to say that Trey wouldn’t be capable of doing something like what was done to Owen, but I don’t know what or who to believe anymore.
Trey appears in the doorway and I study his eyes, trying to get a clue from them, but he gives me nothing but a wall.
I smile at him. “You’re back early.”
He doesn’t smile back. My heart is trying to climb through the walls of my chest, and not in a good way.
He walks into my room and sits down on my bed. He kicks his shoes off and knocks them onto the floor. “What ever happened to that cat?” he asks. “What’d you say his name was? Sparkles?”
I swallow. Why is he asking about Owen’s cat?
“Ran away,” I say calmly. “Emory was devastated for a week.”
He nods, working his jaw back and forth. He reaches a hand up and grabs my arm. I look down at it just as he pulls me to him. I fall against his chest, stiff as a board. He wraps his arm around me and kisses the top of my head. “I missed you, so I came back early.”
He’s being nice. Too nice. My guard stays up.
“Guess what?” he says.
“What?”
His hand moves to my hair and he runs his fingers through it. “I found a house today.”
I pull away from his chest and look up at him, just as he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “I didn’t realize you were looking for another house.”
He smiles. “I thought I might get something a little bigger. Now that mom has moved back, I figured I could let her have that house, since it was hers to begin with. It’s probably better if we had more privacy, anyway. The house I’m looking at has a fenced-in backyard. It’s on Bishop, near the park. It’s a really good neighborhood.”
I don’t say anything, because it sounds like he means he found us a house today. The thought of that terrifies me.