I just hope that tension doesn’t snap, because things could turn dangerous.
It would be hard to stop. I’m not sure I’d want to stop. It was hard enough in the past.
Silence spreads between us as we continue our way to the store, and it brings my mind to the reason why I drove hours to this fucking town I swore to never come back to.
The letter I got at work today. There it was, resting on my desk.
My stomach churns as I think about it, that stupid sheet of paper that’s folded into little pieces in my pocket right now. A fucking threat. The words are engraved in my brain.
I know your secret, asshat.
And I don’t mean the fact that you lust after your stepsister. That’s pretty fucked up. But it’s not that.
I know the truth.
What you did with your own hands.
And she’ll know, too. Along with everyone else.
Unless you keep your distance from her.
You won’t go to the police. I know that.
Otherwise, they’ll investigate you and find out.
You’re smarter than that, Kayden.
Take the easy way out and fuck off.
Keep your hands off my girl.
P.S. Thanks for the diary, I’ll make sure to use it well.
So, the fucker not only took Madelyn’s diary from me, but he also knows about my past.
My sister got herself a secret admirer while I was away, and the fact that I didn’t notice before is driving me nuts.
How did I miss this?
And he knows about my past. What the fuck?
The only thought that crossed my mind is that it must be someone from back then, trying to get revenge on me for what I did.
My former best friend could help—if only I could find his current residence.
This is why this fucker is so fixated on Maddy and mentions my mistakes.
He wants her because I want her, and he’s put a target on my back.
Which means, my little demon’s got a target on hers as long as I keep making advances on her.
I’m not scared, though. He has no idea who he’s dealing with. I’m not afraid of getting my hands dirty.
He should know that.
If he does anything to Madelyn, he’s a dead man. Why is he even talking about her like he owns her?
Get in line, fuckass. I was there first.