33
LUKE
I drove around for a while to clear my head, and I still felt f****d up from the drugs. The last thing I wanted to do was go home and sit there. Evan told me to give Lara space, but I couldn’t do that. She might not believe a word I said, but I had to at least try.
Picking up my phone, I called Evan’s number.
“Hey man,” he said.
“Is Lara there?” I blurted out.
He sighed. “No, she went home to grab more of her things.”
“That’s all I needed to know.”
“Luke, no. Wait!” he shouted, but I hung up before he could try to stop me. I wasn’t far from her house, but when I turned down her street, I realized why Evan wanted to stop me. Grayson was there. Motherfucker. My whole body shook with rage as I slammed down on the brakes, tires screeching to a halt.
Fists clenched, I was ready
