Fear

Chapter Seventeen

Recap:

"You had sex with him." he said cutting me off.

"How'd you know?" Blake.

"Blake. He doesn't want you with Griffin. He wants you with me." He said firmly as sat down the wipes.

"I'm not making anymore of your choices for you Pay. But I'm not leaving you ever again. If you want to go back to him and try with him, I won't stop you, but I won't respect your relationship."

He smirked at me. "I know you don't love him. You love me. But can you promise me one thing?"

I looked at him in confusion. "Let me be the one to break his heart when you choose me. I want to watch his head sulk and the light in his eye fade. I want to watch how the anger enters his body and his reason for smiling leaves him. And I want to enjoy every moment of the rest of my life with you."

                                                                                                     No Boys Are Good

Nate was livid. He hated Tyson for our fight, but he wanted to murder Griffin. No pun intended. My mom was sad that we were over. Not because of my bruise face or broken hymen and heart, but because of her cancelled dinner plans with the Vans.

Typical Callie Maner.

"Morning Sunshine." Tyson sang as he walked into my house. Uninvited.

I scowled. "You should knock."

"Where's the fun in that? You learn more when you sneak up on people?"

I mocked him a voice a tad higher than his. He had himself at home. I think the only reason he was here was because Nate was registering for classes at a local community college today. Which meant no death threats or horrible glares.

"How's Tyler?" I asked suddenly watching him take some pancakes off of my plate.

He made a weird face.

"About that..."

"What?" I piped up.

"He may or may not have left town."

"Left town?" I asked incredulously. "What the hell for?"

"Some guys who worked for Joe were curious. People think he just skipped town, but his phone records and credit card reports all stopped on the same day so they started poking around."

"Why does this involve tyler?"

"People in fear talk. Just because the police don't go there doesn't mean detective ass Sherlock Holmes don't peek around every blue moon."

"I have to tell Nate." I said suddenly worrying.

He stood from his spot on the counter. "No! No you don't! Why you would say something like that?"

I stare back at him with wide eyes. "Nate did this. Nate should know about any type of questions being asked."

He sat his plate down and walked towards me. He let out a long sigh. "Babe you don't have to worry about anything. We have this all under control."

"No offense but this is my brother you're talking about." I snapped.

"I'm aware of your bloodline sweetheart." He said with a little too much attitude.