Page 17 of The Revenge You Seek

The call rings twice before he answers.

"What's wrong? Is everyone okay?" I rush out, my voice cracking with emotion.

Ella's concerned stare burns into the side of my head but I keep my eyes trained on a spot on the wall down the hall in the hope the nothingness might somehow calm me.

"What? Yeah, everyone's okay," he says, sounding a little regretful about sending me into a meltdown.

"Thank fuck. Don't ever do that to me again, okay?"

"Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean… it doesn't matter. Um… you might want to sit down for this."

The panic that had started to subside returns full force.

"Zayn?"

"Okay, um… I'm not sure how to… fuck…"

"Just spit it out."

"Okay, so a new player showed up at our session this morning and—"

His voice fades into oblivion as a person walking up the hallway I'm staring down catches my attention.

My heart slams against my ribs and my head begins to spin.

No. No, it can't be.

No.

Our eyes connect and it's like someone's just hit me with a fucking truck.

This cannot be happening to me.

No.

No.

"No," I cry, although my voice doesn't sound like my own.

My cell slips from my hand. I can vaguely hear Zayn shouting down the line as I wrap my arms around my middle and stumble back, needing to put as much distance between us as possible.

"Letty?" A soft voice hits my ears and I remember that Ella is with me but all I can see is him.

Kane Legend.

Walking down the hallway as if he's about to attend my sociology class.

No. No. No.

When my eyes focus again, I find him standing stock-still outside the door and staring at me as if I can't possibly be real.

God, please let this be a dream—or a fucking nightmare.

Hate crackles between us as we just stare at each other as if we're not really there.

I guess at least I know he didn't plan this.

He's as shocked as I am.