Sweet Fall (Sweet Home #2)(82)

Tears flowed from my eyes and my legs gave way as I slid down the wall to the floor. I wrapped my arms around my stomach and wailed, “I can’t eat! I can’t eat! I’m so fat, and he won’t let me eat!”

“Who won’t let you eat?” Cass asked in confusion, bending down before me. “Who’s stopping you from eating?”

“The voice!” I shrilled. “The voice in my mind. He stops me from eating. He’s taking me to perfection.” My eyes glazed and I became lost in a fog. “He took Daisy away from me… and he took Austin away too! I disgusted him! He saw too much fat!”

“Daisy?” Cass said. “Who’s Daisy, darlin’?”

“And Austin? Austin Carillo? My best friend?”

Looking up through watery eyes, I saw Rome had stepped forward, a stern expression on his face.

“I love him… I love him so much, Rome. But he left me. Made love to me, then left me! I disgust him. He was making it better, me better, but he left me because I’m too fat! I’m an eyesore… a f*cking EYESORE! Who can blame him for leaving…?”

“Lex, you’re not making sense,” Molly said and crouched before me. “You and Austin are together? For how long?”

Molly’s fingers ran through my hair, and as she lowered her hand, she fell back in shock, holding a clump of my hair in her palm.

“Lexi, what…?” Molly cried and looked at me in horror.

“I’m nearly perfect, Molls. I’m almost there…” I tried to smile.

Molly crawled forward and tried to touch me, but I scurried back into the corner, and she dropped her hand to her chest. “You’re scaring me, Lexi. You’re scaring me so badly.”

“I wish I hadn’t disgusted him… I wish I’d met him before. Why couldn’t I have met him before? He could’ve saved me. He could have stopped the voice in my mind.”

“Austin, honey? You talking about Austin Carillo, our friend?” Jimmy-Don asked, and I stared at him blankly.

“I can’t do it no more, JD… I’m tired… so tired of living like this…” I trailed off, and the room began to spin on its side.

“Lex! LEXI!” I heard Cass shout out in panic, but a black tunnel was forming in my eyes and my muscles became too heavy.

“I’m sorry… I’m so so sorry… I couldn’t keep my promise to Daisy…” I whispered.

Then it all went black.





Chapter Twenty-Five

Austin


“You get that homework done, kid?”

Levi looked up from his American History books and nodded his head. He was chewing on his pen when he asked, “Any word on Axe?”

Sighing, I ruffled my hand through his sandy hair and said, “No word yet, kid. No word yet.”

It was the same every day. Had been the same answer every day for over a damn month. Axel had split the night he escaped the cops, and we had no idea where he was.

Fuckin’ A.

Bright headlights lit up the trailer, and looking out the window, I saw a huge Dodge truck turning in. Some rich college kid, no doubt, coming for a fix. Since the night Porter OD’d, we’d had to do business from our turf. Porter was still in a coma, and until he woke, the cops had Axel as the prime suspect for dealing. Axel, who was on the run.

“Lev, I got business to attend to. Check on Mamma in fifteen, yeah? She needs her next dose of meds.”

Levi nodded and watched me leave the trailer with a sad expression on his face. He hated me dealing, hated that I’d replaced Axel as Gio’s right-hand man.

As soon as I jumped out of the trailer, the truck door opened and Rome Prince stepped out, surprising me to all hell. The trailer door behind me flew open, and Levi ran past.

“Rome!” he shouted, and Rome smiled at my brother’s enthusiastic greeting. Holding out his hand and bringing him into his chest, Rome said, “Lev, my man. How are you doing?”

Levi nodded his head and shrugged. “Okay, I suppose. Axe is missing, but Austin’s around more now. My mamma… she ain’t too good.”

“I know, kid. But try to keep strong, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Levi’s face brightened. “You were awesome in the championship game, Rome. That winning TD was insane!”

Rome laughed and play-punched Levi in the arm. “Thanks, kid. It wasn’t too shabby.

“Lev,” I said as I watched the two of them. “Get inside. I need to talk to Rome alone.”

“But—”

“In. Now,” I said sternly, and, giving Rome a final look, Levi headed inside.

“What the f*ck you doing out here in the boonies?” I said as I walked to Rome, searching the park for any sight of Gio. I didn’t want my best friend getting any shit.

I didn’t even see it coming, but Rome walked with purpose toward me and punched me straight across the face. I stumbled back but recovered enough to straighten and push him until his back hit the bed of the truck.

“What the f*ck, Rome!” I hissed and spat blood from my mouth.

Rome just knocked my hands off his shirt and met me chest to chest.

“What the f*ck you doing, eighty-three?” he said quietly, his eyes boring into mine. “This your life now?” he said, gesturing around me with his hand. “This what you choosing to be?”