Page 20 of Broken Skulls (Rebel Skull MC #7)

Chapter Nineteen

Elizabeth

D reaming.

How do you dream when your whole life has been a continuous nightmare?

Jesse looks at me in the rearview mirror as she and Lily drive me over to Jacob’s house. Somehow she reads my mind.

“Why don’t you just start by dreaming of a world without that fucking piece of shit teacher in it?”

The thought floods my system with relief, but it’s short lived. My anxiety immediately returns when he enters my mind’s eye. “What if they don’t get him? He’ll know it was me.”

“They’ll get him.”

I can’t imagine what they are all going to think of me when they do.

“You know, no one can walk in our shoes,” she interrupts my racing thoughts. “We all have reasons for doing what we do. How we handle our shit, that’s our business. Own it.”

When we get to the junkyard, Lily hugs me before closing me into Jacob’s room. The drill rattles on the outside as they put the lock back on. A shiver slides down my spine, and I take a deep breath.

Slowly, I lower myself to the mattress, suddenly exhausted. That was more human interaction than I’ve had in a long time.

I reach under me, because there’s a lump on the bed. When I pull it out, I realize it’s a stuffed animal. It’s a stuffed puppy to be exact. I can’t see it, but I can feel his floppy ears.

My heart squeezes painfully. Jacob left this for me. Sobs begin to wrack my body, and for the first time in so long I’m able to allow myself the comfort of his kindness. I hug the dog to my chest, rolling onto my side. And that’s not all I do. I cautiously let myself begin to dream.

And the entire thing revolves around him.