Tears and Other Fears by Coralee June

Author:Coralee June [June, Coralee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Goodreads: 43199013
Published: 2019-09-06T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

If Mr. Smith was an indicator of how Samuel would age, I found solace in the fact that he was ugly as fuck. His ears were the size of hands and stuck out on his head like open doors on a smart car. His beady eyes were awkward on his face, and there was spit forming in the corner of his mouth, spraying anyone within a ten-foot radius when he spoke.

“What is the meaning of this?” he asked while looking around the room as he shook his phone. Renon’s message was short and to the point.

“Come upstairs to my room. We need to talk.”

Mr. Smith’s eyes landed on me with a calculated sort of hunger, like he was already trying to figure out how he could drug, rape, and bribe me to keep quiet. I didn’t like how transparently malicious he was. It was like his seedy soul was pouring out of his gaze.

Samuel looked terrified. He was cowering in the corner of his room, eyeing me with so much venom in his gaze that I could practically feel snake bites on my neck. I was unaffected, though. I’d put him in an impossible position, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like the power I felt at that knowledge. I enjoyed the fear in his expression and the way he was itching to reach for the lamp beside his bed and bash my skull in. I should feel more fear about standing five feet away from a murderer, but I knew he wouldn’t outright kill me—at least I didn’t think he would.

If I squeezed my eyes shut, I could still taste oblivion, could again feel the barrel of the dud gun at my chest. He’d pulled the trigger, and I half wondered if he’d bought a real gun since then.

“Answer me, Samuel,” his father demanded once more. For my sake, I hoped we didn’t grow up to be like our parents. The idea of being like my mother made me sick. But I could see the blatant similarities now. Mr. Smith looked like a busted cage of evil. His demons were oozing through the iron bars of his weathered appearance.

“Dad, I can explain.”

“I think it’s best I do, hmm? It’s me that is coming to collect a debt, after all,” Renon interrupted with a sinister smile. The drug dealer thrust his hand out for Mr. Smith to shake, but the haggard father didn’t accept the polite gesture. Mr. Smith simply looked Renon up and down like he was a disease he wanted the vaccine to. Oh well, it was all an act anyway.

“Why was I called up here when we’re having a graduation party downstairs? For fuck’s sake, Samuel, Pastor Anthony is asking where you are. I invited alumni of the school and future partners. You can’t even survive one party without disappointing me.”

Here we were, in a crowded room full of questions, and yet Mr. Smith was worried about his image. How predictable and boring. I hated boring.

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