Famous last words…
Last week RL caught up with me and I got behind on everything. Pretty sure I’m caught up now, so here’s another snippet.
Psyche made it home and safely into her bedroom (to get caught up just scroll :)). Before she can crack a book, her phone rings. Thinking it’s Heather to rip her a new one for ditching her after drama and running home by herself, she doesn’t check her caller I.D. She’s surprised to hear Cam’s voice, especially since he’s whispering. She’s just asked where he is.
“In the backyard of the empty house at the end of your block.”
“Were you following me, Cam?”
She tried not to but couldn’t help picturing him in the gazebo, sitting on the bench that bowed up at both ends—the place they’d sat a few times to be alone.
“You shouldn’t walk home by yourself after what happened, maybe you should start taking the bus. I saw that van—you don’t have to admit it, but you saw it come back by you.”
“I’m fine.” She flopped onto her back on her bed and counted the fake stars that made up the constellation Punarvasu across her ceiling. “Promise you won’t tell anyone.”
Thanks for reading!
P.S. As far as I know, the picture isn’t of Punarvasu, but it’s pretty and Psyche’s favorite color is pink so I used it anyway.