Casey just wanted to have a normal life. She would only be so lucky. She despises school, especially after she meets Evan Fynn. In seconds, he's undone everything she's worked hard to maintain; he's taken everyone from her, filled their minds with lies to drive them away. She is desperate to find out why, even if the truth is more terrifying than she expected.


19. Revenge.

The pain was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It felt like all of my organs were being crushed simultaneously. When I started to have trouble breathing, I let out a gasp, sank to my knees, and began to panic.

“Am I hurting you?” Jade said. “Just a little longer and the pain will be gone.”

“Stop,” I managed to get out. “Jade, please.”

“Please?” she hissed, her grip lessening. “I suppose since you asked nicely.”

I felt the air fill my lungs as I wheezed. My chest burned as I shut my eyes, my fingers trembling. Above me, I heard Noah mutter something but I couldn’t figure it out; it was muffled.

A hand touched my shoulder and I flinched, expecting another attack. When it didn’t come, I looked up into Noah’s eyes.

“You have injured my doll,” he mumbled, glancing over at Jade, who appeared halfway down the hall.

“She was already damaged,” Jade shot back, glaring.

I felt Noah pull my weak body up. I stumbled against him and wanted to cry out but I couldn’t make the sound, couldn’t force myself to sink to that level. As I was half-carried, half-dragged down the hall, I let his name fall from my lips.

“I killed him,” Jade hissed.

I looked at her horribly deranged expression and her broken nose. I almost laughed just to piss her off. Instead, I spit on the floor next to her.

“Fucking psycho,” I muttered. “When I’m all healed you better believe I’m coming after you.”

“That’s a big threat,” Jade said, smiling slightly. “But before you do any unnecessary killing, I should tell you that your boyfriend is alive, just not well.”

Noah watched my face, knew what I wanted to say. He smiled at Jade, flexed the fingers of his right hand and shoved her back – straight into the black hole he had been creating behind her as our argument allowed enough distraction.

She wasn’t able to catch herself as she flew back. For a second I thought her back was going to hit the wall beyond the mass. I guess she didn’t know or understand what Noah’s power was. Before she disappeared into the darkness, she was able to scream a few choice words.

“Where did you send her?”

He shrugged. “No idea. She was getting on my nerves though.”

My laugh doubled as a moan as I winced and looked at him. “Where is my mother?”

“Evan is taking care of her,” Noah told me, brushing the hair from my eyes.

Before I knew what was happening, he picked me up and pressed me into his warm chest. I curled against him, whimpering like a wounded animal, relishing the heat emanating from his body.

“She’s safe?”

“Yes,” he said, nodding. “Evan would not hurt her. He would not want to hurt you.”

“He kidnapped her,” I reasoned.

“Think about it. Why would your mother go with a stranger? It had to have been someone she knew.”

“Jade,” I whispered, horrified.

He nodded again. “I will take you to Nixon.”

“Is he okay?” I asked. All this walking and turning hurt my head.

“For the moment.” Noah’s voice betrayed him.

“Tell me,” I begged weakly. “What did Jade do to him?”

“She shattered his wrist,” Noah said grimly. “It’s alright though. He’ll recover.”


“Evan has more than one power, Casey.”

I didn’t realize that we had stopped until I heard a door being opened. Noah walked inside and placed me down. I sank into the mattress and rolled over so that my back was to him. Then I became alarmed when I hit something.

A groan filled the quiet and all I heard was my name being repeated over and over.

“Nixon!” My voice was a hushed whisper. “Oh, Nixon.” When I felt his arms go around me, I leaned into his shoulder, took in his scent, and cried.

“It’s okay,” he replied, his lips against my ear.

I never heard Noah leave the room as I fell asleep. My mother was in good hands, because I had placed my trust in the word of a stranger.

When I opened my eyes, it was morning. I squinted and raised the upper half of my body to look around. I was presently residing in what I could only describe as a room that mimicked that of an old shack.

“This is a shithole,” I heard Nixon say. He groaned and looked at me through wisps of dark hair. “It looks like something out of Harry Potter. Jesus Christ, did I just make a book reference?”

I nodded, fighting back a smile.

“How long have I been in here? I’m starting to go nuts.”

“Relax,” I mumbled. “You’re fine. You’ve only been in here for half a night.”

His hand – I assumed his good one – cupped my cheek gently.

“We’re going to let your mother and get out of here, okay? Today.”

“Noah can help us,” I said. “He banished Jade from here.”

“That bitch deserves to not come in here after what she did.”

“No, I mean he banished her from this house. He created a hole and pushed her into it.”

“I hope he sent her to hell,” Nixon said darkly.

The shell of my former friend was somewhere, floating maybe, and I secretly hope she got what she deserved for what she did to all of us.

“It’s too bad," I said, frowning. “I really wanted to be the one to hurt Jade.”

“Oh, you’ll get your chance,” said a voice. Noah smirked from the doorway. “She’s back. I don’t think she was quite finished with you yet, darling.”

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