Ache by S.M. Soto

Author:S.M. Soto [Soto, S.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2019-04-08T18:30:00+00:00

I haul the board over my shoulder, about ready to strip out of my shirt, that’s how fucking hot it is.

Fuck, I miss the weather in the Bay.

Even though it’s October, it’s still hot as shit here. You’d think a jacket would be necessary to prepare against the fall weather, but that’s not the case. If our team had done better this year, we would’ve been in the World Series and I wouldn’t have to deal with this fucked up weather, but as I look over at the house next door, I’m kind of glad we didn’t. It gives me more time with Bea.

For the last hour and a half, I’ve been tearing down the old fence between Myrah and Bea’s houses. It had completely collapsed toward the back, and Myrah asked me to fix it. I tried not to get angry at the fact that pretty boy Connor has been living with a broken fence for God knows how long. It’s just like him to leave the hard work to someone else—the fucking pussy.

He probably didn’t want to get callouses on his hands.

I start digging a hole for the new posts when I hear the sliding glass door next door open then slam closed. The unmistakable sound of sobbing freezes me in place.

“It was so bad. I can’t do it, Melody. I’m not like you.”

Bea’s voice has me dropping the shovel and hopping around the fence into her backyard.

She’s sobbing into her phone with her back to me. Her shoulders shake violently as she hunches over.

“Bea?”

She whirls around like a frightened animal and drops her phone. All the blood drains from my face when I get a good look at her.

“What the fuck happened to you, Bea?”

She has a gash above her eyebrow and a dark purple bruise surrounding it. It looks vicious. Closing the distance between us, I take her face in my hands and examine her, ignoring the fact that she flinched when my hands rose toward her face.

Her eyes, those beautiful mercurial hazel eyes are red and puffy from crying. As gently as I can, I run my finger over the wound on her forehead. The blood is dried, but the wound looks fresh. And fucking brutal.

“Why aren’t you in class? Is everything okay?” I search her eyes for an answer. Those caramel eyes dart away from my questioning stare. “And what the fuck happened to your face, Bea?”

“I-I was taking a shower last night when I got home, and I thought I heard something…I slipped and lost my footing. It all happened so fast, I couldn’t catch myself before I fell.”

My brows crease and I stare at her in disbelief.

I want to believe her, but I just don’t understand how the fuck she could’ve gotten this messed up from falling in the shower. Our bodies natural reaction when falling forward is to protect our face, so unless her arms were broken, I don’t see how this could’ve happened.

“You fell?” I ask dubiously, raising a single brow.

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