Chapter Eighteen

I stood at the gate, long after Mike had gone down the routes. I had acted like I was going into the dorm, but I didn’t. I was too uptight to actually go into my room, lie on a bed and pretend that all was ok. I didn’t know what time it was. But, it should be midnight by now. That would make perfect sense for the hours lost.

“How did I get here?” I asked myself as I rested on the gate.

Nothing was making sense. A part of me knew Mike was right, but I wasn’t willing to accept it. I wanted to believe that Chloe will never hurt me. But, what if she does?

I pulled away from the gate, and then took a walk around my school environment. I needed to clear my head and think. I walked around, with my hands placed on my thin waste. I couldn’t imagine the type of energy that thrummed my veins. I should be tired, but I wasn’t. My senses were so sharp, and acute.

“I need you to help me discern if Chloe would hurt me or not?” I ordered.

Nothing happened.

I guess I was slowly becoming paranoid.