Pretend With Me (Midnight Society #1) Read Online Free Page A

direction, and without hope. Every part of
me ached and throbbed with pain. My entire body hurt; it
hurt to breathe, to walk, to pretend like I wasn't dying with
every step I took. But I couldn't stop walking because I
knew if I did, I wouldn't be able to start moving again.
That night was also the first time since Daren died that
I cried. I just cried and cried, and screamed at the sleeping
world, hoping that my screams would attract some kind of
psychopat, and that person would finally put me out of my
misery.
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    There was blood everywhere I looked. It was pouring
out of his chest in huge amounts, and all I could do was sit
at his side and stare at him horrified. How could I let this
happen? This was my entire fault. My best friend, the
person I loved with everything I had in me was dying in
front of my eyes, and I could do nothing to stop it. I felt
so helpless, absolutely powerless. Tears streaked down my
face, and then just like that, I opened my eyes to find
myself at my parents’ house in my bedroom.
    I sat up in my bed and wiped my face dry. It was a
short while after that I realized I wasn’t alone, and
instantly my heart kicked into overdrive, sending fear
rushing through me. My entire body was shaking, but it
was only Eric, casually leaning against my bedroom door
as if that wasn't creepy at all.
    “Hi,” he smiled, looking at me with an almost sad and
knowing expression on his face.
I was instantly on edge as I placed my carefully,
practiced mask on my face. It slipped on easily and just like
that the cold-hearted, bitchy Jen was back. I welcomed that
side of me because it was the only way I knew to survive.
It was the only way to stop the pain, and have nothing but
numbness washing over me, encasing me in a hard cocoon
shell. “How long have you been here?” I asked, narrowing
my eyes at him. “Stalking isn’t romantic.”
“Exactly five minutes. And I’m not stalking you, your
mom sent me to get you but I got distracted. She wants to
speak to you,” he frowned.
Great, more news, I thought. I let my head fall into my
waiting hands, and I stayed so for a moment. “Am I going
to like this?” I whispered, not looking at him.
“No, I don’t think so.” I raised my head to look at him
then.
“What is it?” I asked.
“May I?” he gestured to my bed, and I nodded pulling
my feet under me so he could sit. “Well... um... we, my
parents and I live really far away and your mom wanted
you – well both of us to be... er... comfortable together. So
after you left last night, our parents decided that it would
be best if we... lived together until we’re married,” he
stopped, contemplating on whether he should continue or
not.
I thought about that for a second and then took a deep
breath before saying “Okay.”
He nodded, and took my hand in his. Already I could
feel my awareness of him go up a notch, and my brain cells
clicking off. A huge part of me wanted to rip my hand
from his, but I liked the feeling - the warmth that radiated
through me so I didn’t. “In my home town,” he finished.
“When?” I frowned.
“We leave today.” Eric had spoken each word slowly
and carefully, measuring my reaction.
I pulled my hand from his instantly, shutting my eyes as
I attempted to control my emotions. When I reopened
them I was calm, or at least seemed to be. “Can’t I have a
day? You’ve already taken my future from me, give me
today,” I whispered looking up at him.
“I can’t, I’m sorry-”
“Save it for someone who cares. Get out,” I snapped,
at the edge of tears.
“What?”
“My room stupid. Get out of my room.” My voice held
no emotion but at least I wasn’t screaming at him or
stabbing him repeatedly with a dull kitchen knife. That
would solve my problem, wouldn’t it?
He rose silently from my bed and walked out of my
room. The door closed behind him like a ghost and it was
only then that I allowed myself to cry. I had thought that I
was going to have some months at least,