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

but I wasn’t even
going to get that. Tears slid down my face silently and
dropped into my open palm. My throat tightened and I
choked up. In my chest my heart felt heavy and hard, like
metal. I could almost hear Daren in my head now, telling
me that it was my fault he was dead - that I had agreed to
marry him and now Iwas going to marry Eric.
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. Then I wiped
my eyes and got out of the bed heading for my toilet and
bath. I washed my face and brushed my teeth and then
proceeded to strip. The water was hot on my skin, almost
blistering, but I didn't adjust the heat. Instead, I stayed
under the scalding spray, unmoving and hurting, stretching
out my shower for as long as I could. When I was done I
took my time getting dressed. I was just about finished
combing my hair when there was a knock on my door. I
turned to the door, scowling. It was probably Eric coming
to tell me that we had to leave now.
“What?” I snapped, playing the part of a bitch.
“It’s me, Eric.”
“I know, that’s why I’m pissed, annoyed and angry,” I
called out packing as much hate as I could squeeze into my
voice.
“I have something to tell you.” I stalked over to the
door and opened it.
“Great,” I muttered. “More news that-” I was abruptly
stopped by Eric’s lips.
A feeling overtook me then - a feeling of being sane, as
if all the while I'd been stumbling around in insanity. My
eyes closed, my fist unclenched, the forever present scowl
on my face vanished as my heart sped up and I was
suddenly kissing him back with as much energy and
passion as I could.
Somewhere inside me I was aware that I didn’t want
this. A voice screamed in my head that I didn’t like this
boy or want him to be kissing me. That Eric was forcing
me to marry him and I planned to hate him for the rest of
my life. That I had promised, in front of our families to
make his life Hell. That this was wrong, I shouldn’t be
doing this, so why in God’s name was I kissing him back?
Why was I enjoying this – the feeling of his hand running
along my spine and through my hair, the feel of my hands
on his skin?
He suddenly pulled away from me then and loosened
my hands from around his neck. I took a dazed step away
from him, shaking my head, trying to clear the confusion
now pulsing through me. “That shut you up, didn’t it?” he
smirked and pushed past me, then slumped down on my
now tidy bed staring at me triumphantly. “So now that I
have your attention,” he began. I still couldn’t move. I had
shocked myself beyond comprehension. “I have
something to tell you.”
I forced myself to turn to him fully and found that he
was smiling like that cat from Alice in Wonderland, as if
he’d just figured out some ancient secret that had been
troubling man since the beginning of time. I almost smiled
at his boyish grin, but I was too pissed off and guilt-ridden.
“First thing though, your mom sent these for you.” He
opened his hand and held out three tiny, ruby red, oval
shaped pills. They were my medication – the very ones his
father supplied me with.
“I don’t want that,” I said, knowing I was being
stubborn yet not being able to help it. It was because of
those pills that I was being forced to marry him.
“But you know. . .” he trailed off staring at me
confused.
“Yes, I’ll die,” I replied without emotion. “Who knows
I’ll go to Heaven, or maybe Hell,” I shrugged uncaring.
“Either way I’ll be rid of three things I despise – you, our
marriage, and my life.”
Rage and anger flashed in his eyes and he was abruptly
in front of me. The door swung shut and out of surprise
and fear, I jumped. How could he move so fast? I hadn’t
seen him get off my bed, further more shut the door. One
second he was on my bed and the next he was inches from
my face.
“Take the pills Jenifer,” he demanded, his eyes going
slightly darker from anger.
“No,” I spat at him looking in his eyes defiantly.
“God!”