Chapter 67
CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
I’ve never hated myself more for not sticking to the goddamn plan.
I didn’t take Gage’s date. In fact, I left the house before they finished getting ready.
And that’s where I found the letter. It was a plain white letter addressed to Celeste, slipped into the crack of the door.
Celeste,
I know your feelings may have changed, but mine haven’t, and you haven’t given me a chance to explain.
I just wanted love. You got so distant. You wouldn’t hug me, kiss me, or hold my hand. I know you told me not to do it, but that was just my way to feel intimacy. I fucked you because I cared, and I wasn’t going to let anything ruin us.
I miss you. Please. We can still fix this. A rebound is not the option. It means nothing.
Come home. I love you,
Max
I crumple the letter in my fist. The first time I read it, I could barely focus through the rage. Rich would come get me when he felt lonely. After, he would stroke my hair and tell me what a good son I was. About how he loved me. Then, he’d leave again until he needed his next fix.
But I felt lonely, too. And I was the most lonely when he was there.
And Max did that to Raven.
I’m standing outside his house. The idiot left a return address on it. So I called Dave up, offered him a promotion, and asked him to drive me to Raven’s old town. I had him drop me off a few blocks away, then told him to go.
Kill, kill, kill.
The hatred is boiling over in my chest. I don’t think I’ve felt more angry and helpless and fucking reckless. But someone else made Raven feel like this, too, and I absolutely won’t let that slide.
I drop the bag I brought in the front yard, lift the pink aluminum bat over my shoulder, and stride to the front door.
Knock knock, motherfucker.