Truth be Told ✔️

Chapter 41

My foot tapped anxiously as I peered out my window that overlooked the front yard.

At one point I was staring so hard I thought I had fallen asleep with my eyes open, but then the slam of a door jolted me awake.

I laid my chin gently in the cup of my hand, and I sighed.

I had no idea what to do but sit and stare. I knew this night would end horrifically if Blake did come, so I should just easily pick up the phone and tell him everything was fine and he didn't need to come. But, that was the problem. It sounded so simple, but I couldn't do it. I did want Blake to come, even if it was just for a stupid little hug that I really needed right now.

It's fine. I didn't want to sleep tonight anyways.

I yawned.

My eyes were starting to blur because I had been glued to the window for the last ten minutes without blinking. Right as I was starting to get hope that maybe he wasn't coming, there was a flash of headlights into the window that made me look twice before acting.

I quickly shot Blake a text to wait outside for me before throwing on a t shirt and sprinting out of my room. I didn't need him to walk up to the front door. Actually, I couldn't think of a more disastrous move.

Seth's door was closed, which made me sigh with relief as I hopped past. That was one less obstacle to worry about.

I quickly made my way downstairs and past the kitchen. I couldv'e sworn that I saw someone on the couch in the corner of my vision, but for now, I ignored it. I really wanted to see Blake, even if it was just for two blissful seconds before an angry mob pushed him away.

I slammed the backdoor closed and bolted for Blake, who was just then getting out of his car.

He grunted upon impact, but like the good sport that he was, he chuckled and hugged me back, allowing me to lean on him and less on the foot I forgot to grab my crutches for.

"Miss me?"

"12 hours is a really long time," I mumbled into his chest.

Blake stroked my back. "Are you okay?"

I frowned. "No."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I intertwined my hand with his. "Probably," I shrugged. I tried to catch my breath for a moment.

Blake chuckled. "Aren't you supposed to be a runner or something? I'm pretty sure moving your legs fastly and not getting tired is your specialty."

I mock punched him in the side of the stomach. "Aren't you supposed to be a rebel playboy quarterback who doesn't actually have a tragic backstory, it just sounds way cooler? Where's your leather?"

"Touché."

I took another deep breath to calm my aching heart, before asking, "Do you want to come in or hang out in your car?"

Blake glanced back at his car, and then shrugged. "I mean, we can go for a drive. But by the time we get back the ice cream might have melted."

My eyes widened. "There's ice cream?"

"Moose tracks," Blake replied.

My mouth broke into a dazzling grin of delight. "Well there aren't spoons in your car, are there? Let's go!"

I gripped his hand more tightly and dragged him to the back door of the house that entered right into the kitchen. Bad memories came back to me at what else had happened with a Bruin in the backyard, meaning when I was almost raped, but Blake was good.