for whatever I was going to hear. But this nightmare just kept going on
and on. Getting worse.
Without even hearing her news, the
room was already spinning. Like out of control. Just like my life.
In the last twenty-four hours I had
learned my boyfriend had cheated on me (multiple times), I had kissed his best
friend (and loved it), I had witnessed a violent fist fight between the boy I
love and the one I used to love (with all of my heart) and now I was learning
that something worse than all of that had happened—something worse than
going to jail.
I pressed my hands against my eyes
and exhaled slowly. “Where’s Finn?
Summer squeezed my arm gently, like
for support. “He’s in the mental hospital, Zoey—your Mom called them.”
CHAPTER 8
The world tilted and spun.
“W—what?”
It couldn’t be true. “My mom called a mental hospital on
Finn?”
“Yeah. Apparently she didn’t want
to call the police and have him hauled into jail—again. I mean, twice in
one night. But Zoey, I guess the guy went crazy. He was banging on your front
door, yelling and demanding that you talk to him. Begging you to forgive him.
And—of course—your mom wouldn’t open the door for him. She kept
telling him to go away, warning him that she was going to call the police. But
he wouldn’t leave. He said he wouldn’t leave until he talked to you—but
no way was she going to tell him that you were here with me. Not the way he was
acting. She was worried for you, Zoey. And I guess she knew the hospital’s
number—because after your dad died …”
Her voice trailed off and she
didn’t finish her sentence, but I knew what she was going to say. What she
didn’t have the heart to say.
I ducked my head, not wanting to
see Summer ’s face—or her to see mine. Yeah, Mom
had taken a couple trips to the mental hospital after my dad died. She had
taken his death … hard. To say the least. She was
still struggling.
Summer drew in a long breath. “So,
anyway, that’s it—the whole story. Finn is in the psycho ward and can’t
come home until the doctors are sure he won’t do himself in—or do Riley’s
car in.”
I sat back and brought my knees up
to my chest. Tried telling myself it was karma.
Summer even said the words aloud.
“Come on, Zoey. The guy was crazy for cheating on you. He totally deserves to be there—right where he is.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Can you say Big Time Karma?”
I gave a weak laugh, wiping away a
tiny tear. “I know, right?”
But the poetic justice didn’t help
much. Or at all, really. As angry and betrayed as I
felt about Finn … well, this didn’t make me feel any better. Possibly
worse—if that was possible.
The thing is—break-ups suck.
They just do. Even when you know it’s for the best. Even when the guy you
really, truly want took you into his arms and gave you the most delicious,
hottest mackin’ session of your entire life—against an office door.
Because at the end of the day, what is there? Just a bunch of
wounded hearts and broken windows. And an idiot guy that used to mean
the world to you now locked in a padded cell. Or anyway, trapped in a hospital
where they don’t let you use blunt objects or a dinner knife.
“Drama much?” Summer asked with a
weak, sympathetic grin. Then she gave my arm another gentle squeeze. “I’m
pretty sure the guy rues the day he ever cheated on you.”
Yeah. There was that.
CHAPTER 9
Monday, when I woke there was a
message scrawled in red lipstick across my car’s windshield. I saw it as was
getting the mail. It sent a shiver down my spine.
The message called me a bunch of
filthy words and said I was a “man stealer.” So, I figured it was from Ava.
But, I also had an “anonymous”
message left on my cell phone that morning. It said, “You should let Finn
go—you don’t deserve him.” I figured that was from Bianca.
Actually, I got a bunch of those
messages—all day.