Fallen Crest Public(42)

I had to try again. “Please, Logan. Go to the police. This is going to end badly.”
“They’re hoping to hurt you. You’re Mason’s girlfriend. Everyone knows how protective we are of you. You’re our weakness, Sam. We have to finish this before they do something to you.”
I gritted my teeth. Mason and Logan would not get hurt, not if I had anything to do with it …
“Logan,” Mason called from down the hall.
“Gotta go.” Logan cupped the back of my head and pressed a chaste kiss to my forehead. “You okay?”
I nodded. The numbing sensation had left, but it was coming back. As he broke away and headed off, I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling. I was given a glimpse into the future. One where it was one of them, not Nate, in that hospital bed, but it was worse.
“Um,” a voice broke through my reverie. I jerked my head sideways and saw a girl standing in the doorway. Her top lip was curled up in a sneer, and she was eyeing me up and down. Dressed in an oversized sweatshirt and jeans that clung to her tiny form, I figured she was cheerleader. The glitter was still on her cheeks. Tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, she pointed at me with her other hand. “Your leg is ringing.”
My leg is ringing … Oh. My phone.
It was James. I closed my eyes for a second and heaved a big sigh. I could only take so much, but I answered as I left the room and headed back outside. “Hello?”
“Sam.” His relief was clear. “Thank you for answering. I can’t get Mason or Logan on the phone.”
“They’re busy right now.”
“I know. Is Nate okay?”
I frowned. “How do you know?”
“About the accident? His parents were called, but they’re in New Zealand so they called me right away.”
His parents? Sometimes I forgot he had them. “Uh, I’m not sure. I think he’s fine. Mason and Logan are with the doctor right now.”
“Yes. His parents told the doctor to release information to them. Are they okay?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m sure they’re worried.”
He was silent. Then, he added, “No, not Nate’s parents. I meant my sons. Are they all right?”
“Oh. Yeah, they’re fine.”
“Good.” I could picture him, nodding with the phone pressed to his ear. “That’s good. Do you think I should come down there?”
Oh dear god. “NO! I mean, no.” There was no way I could handle Analise right now.
He gentled his voice. “I wouldn’t bring her, Sam. Not to this. I know Helen was called as well. I’m sure she’s heading there now.”
My heart started to race again. I couldn’t handle her either. “She is?” My fingers gripped the phone tight.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m trying to get ahold of my sons. Could you ask them if they want me to come down? Neither have responded to my earlier text about them moving back in and dinner.”
“Um …”
“I’d imagine Helen will want them to stay with her,” he commented without waiting, then continued, “and I’m sure they won’t want to stay at Nate’s house since his parents are coming.”
They are? That was not in the conversation. Had I missed that?
“Do you need a place to stay? I couldn’t imagine Helen being okay with you being at the hotel with them.”
“What?” I squeaked into the phone. Was it possible to have a heart attack at my age? It was pounding in my chest. A rush of heat came over me as chills went down my spine at the same time.
“Sam?”
Hearing Mason’s voice, I jumped, and turned in the air. His eyes widened when he saw my face, and he took two steps to reach me. My phone was plucked from my hand and he barked into it, “Who is this?”