Regret or Forget {Book 2}

(10) A New Horror

“I need to find Evan not sit in there and confess to my issues!” Kylie cried out as we pulled up to the therapy building and not out searching for where his best friend might be. 

Dexter sighed and shook his head, unlocking the doors to the car at the same time. “Look, I’m going to find him. I’ll text him when we’re all safe. Okay? Now go in there before your father gets on both our asses.” 

Kylie saw the point in his statement, he could tell by the way her shoulders slumped in defeat. A look of dread was written all over her face. So much for trust in your friends. 

“You trust me, right?” Dexter asked with a slight tilt in his head to imply that was halfway joking. 

Her lips pressed together. “I trust you. Just get Evan back soon or this trust won’t be stopping me from kicking your ass up and down the tunnel to hell. You hear me?” 

“Honestly, Kylie.” Dexter pushed lightly against her shoulder. “Get the hell up out of my car before I have to call 911 and check if you still have a heart in that cold chest of yours.” 

Kylie sighed, but it was one of defeat. Worry and concern was wrapped within the depths of her eyes. Dexter cursed his best friend silently for putting him in this position. He watched her leave the car and walk inside the building doors. 

Only then did he pull out in the direction that he knew Evan would have gone in. 

* 

Some things were weird. Some things were just downright crazy. But what had happened earlier blew both of those statements out of proportion. Picking up a ride to run an errand turned into comforting a strange girl who was crying. 

What a surprise it was to see her in that seat, out of nowhere. You could probably imagine his genuine surprise. He was so caught off guard that he couldn’t help the poor girl. He had no experience whatsoever when it came to anybody crying or breaking down. He was what you called laid back, in a room alone all day, type of guy. 

Girls? That process never came. There was never time for a date, never time to think of girls in a special sort of way. He went to the same school at the girl, Kylie. Not like anybody would notice him at all. He was invisible. Which was what he considered a blessing and very good. It was one of his many talents to be able to blend and stand out. All those drama clubs and acting had paid off in the early stages of his life.

So he knew who she was. He knew what she had gone through. He knew everything. There wasn’t much of anything that slipped from his grasp of knowledge. And yet he sat in a therapy session that his so called mother thought he needed. 

Oh no, what he needed was freedom, time to be in solitude. Was that too much to ask? If it wasn’t for the police who enforced the help he wouldn’t even sitting the cold and hard red seat. Instead he would be doing his job, in the small garden shed behind his house. He would be having true fun. If only his mother could understand.  

“Luther,” A soft and gentle voice pulled him out of his thoughts, “Are you paying attention? Is everything fine?”

He fidgeted in his seat slightly, his thumb and knuckles pounding together. He glanced up at the lady who was substituting for the real therapy woman. But he looked away, forcing sweat to accumulate on his brow. 

“Everything’s great.” 

Before the woman could respond, the door of the room flew open with a bang. A girl walked in, her face flushed and her eyes wide with fear and other emotions, too many to grasp any little amounts. Everybody stared at the mysterious girl who had made such an interest. Oh, it didn’t surprise him though. He already knew she would be the room, at this time, with him.