Looking into the mirror, I looked at my neck, where a faint print of his hand marked my flesh, wondering too what exactly he had wanted from me. I was so confused by what had just happened, as it happened so quickly, that I wasn’t sure if he was playing games with me or if he truly was trying to seduce me into telling him what I had seen in the girl’s locker room. What I did know was, Chase was unstable, and he scared the living s**t out of me, making me never want to be alone with him again, and I wondered if he was capable of pulling off what happened to me in the locker room.
Covering his handprint with my hair, I turned to face Mazie, as I leaned against the sink, before I said to her, “Honestly, I don’t know what he wanted. He kept asking me to tell him what I had seen in the locker
