I Promise // l.p.

Chapter 21

"Where the hell have you been for the last 3 years?!" Caitlyn ignores me and confronts Riley.

He leans back in his chair and rolls his eyes.

"Caitlyn-" I start.

"Do you know how much time and money we've put into looking for you?" She throws her hands up.

"You actually thought I was going to stay? The deal was that I finish high school, thats it." He throws his fist down on the table.

"Hey!" A guard warns Riley.

"You bastard." Caitlyn whispers and puts her hand over her eyes.

"Will someone please explain to me what's going on?" I'm freaking out and am entirely confused.

"He's my cousin." Caitlyn sighs.

My eyes go wide and I awkwardly swallow.

"C-Can I borrow your phone please?" I stutter.

Caitlyn nods and passes me her phone. I ditch my crutches and hop a few steps away before pressing the number assigned to Harry's contact.

"Hey babe." He answers after a few rings.

"This is, uhm, Katie." I clarify.

"Oops. Erm, hi. What's up?"

"Caitlyn's related to the person who tried to kill me, and I'm not sure how I feel about it." My words come out rushed.

"What?" He's shocked.

"Her cousin is the s-shooter." I run my fingers through my hair.

"Okay, just, calm down. That doesn't change anything about Caitlyn. She's the same sweet girl, who just happens to be related to a psychopath."

"Not helping." I close my eyes.

"Just because they're blood, doesn't mean they want to be. She's nothing like Riley, I promise." He reassures me.

"You're right." I sigh. Caitlyn's a good friend of mine. Plus, she supposedly hasn't seen him for a few years, so she couldn't know his whereabouts.

"Thanks, Haz." I hang up. I need to focus on why I came here in the first place, for answers.

I hop back over to the table and slide Caitlyn her phone.

"So, where did you get the gun then?" I cut through whatever conversation he was having with Caitlyn.

"Remember Chase?" He looks annoyed at first, but turns his attention to me.

"Chase Andrews?" The one and only. Riley's partner in crime all through high school.

"He inherited his grandfather's gun shop, and gave me one." He licks his lips.

"He hated me that much, huh?" I roll my eyes.

"Can't blame him." Riley mumbles.

"Why did you want me dead? Your aim was pretty bad, by the way." I add in.

"I wanted Liam to feel pain. He's had you wrapped around his finger for years. You only saw him, and he only saw you. I didn't want it that way." His eyes darken as he explains.

"Oh, and while I was trying to shoot you, someone tackled me. 'By the way'." He mimics me.

"You don't seem bothered by prison, do you?" I smirk.

"It's not so bad." I can't tell if he's joking or not.

"Time's up." A guard comes up behind Riley and escorts him out of my sight.