The Redemption of Callie and Kayden Read Online Free PDF

I
    wanted to scream at her for saying that. “That wasn’t his fault.”

    She shook her head and grabbed her bowl as she stood up.
    “Look, I know you care about him, Callie, but he’s obviously got a
    temper on him.” She walked over to the sink and put the bowl in it.
    “You need to stay away from him.”

    I pushed back from the table and my knees shook. “No.”

    She turned around and the iciness in her eyes reminded me
    of why I couldn’t tell her stuff—because she only ever looked at
    stuff from her own point of view. “Callie Lawrence, you will not talk to me that way.”

    I shook my head, backing toward the door. “I’ll talk to you
    like this when you’re wrong.”

    Her eyes widened, shocked. I’d never talked to her like that
    before. “What is wrong with you? Is it because you’ve been
    hanging around Kayden? I bet it is.”

    “A few weeks ago you were so happy we were together,” I
    said, gripping the doorknob.

    “That’s before I knew what he was capable of,” she said. “I
    don’t want you hanging out with him. And besides, you should be
    on Caleb’s side in all of this. He’s been part of this family for
    longer.”

    A cold, yet hot wave of anger ripped from my toes and
    rushed to my mouth. “You don’t even know the whole story! And
    you don’t care enough to ask!” I wasn’t sure what I was referring to
    anymore but I didn’t stay long enough to find out. I jerked the
    back door open and ran outside into the snow.

    She didn’t follow me and I wasn’t surprised. I’d never expect
    anything more from her.

    “Earth to Callie.” Luke waves a hand in front of my face and I
    flinch. “Did you hear what I asked? About Kayden?”

    “Yeah.” I press my lips together, thread my finger through
    the laces, and begin to unfasten them. “That’s what everyone’s
    saying—that he cut himself.”

    Grabbing the gap between the blade and the bottom of the
    skate, he slips off his skate, tosses it to the side, and stretches out his toes. “You don’t believe that, do you?”

    Part of me does, whenever I think about that night when
    Kayden and I had sex and there were all those fresh wounds on his
    arms. I didn’t think about it at the time, but they could have been
    track marks from self-inflicted injuries. But I don’t believe that he stabbed himself.

    “I think it might have been his dad.” Saying it aloud changes
    everything, makes it real, true. I’m breathless, not just because of
    the idea of Kayden’s father stabbing him, but because Kayden
    hasn’t said anything and it aches to think about what his silence
    could mean. I know the pain that causes that kind of silence way
    too well.

    Luke kicks off his other skate, then relaxes back in the bench
    and crosses his arms. “You know, I remember when we were kids
    and Kayden used to sleep over at my house all the time. I always
    thought it was weird because he wanted to stay at my house and
    not his. Mine was a fucking shithole and my mother’s fucking
    crazy. I didn’t get it, until the first time I stayed over at his house.”

    I want to know why he thinks his mother is crazy, but the
    tension in his jawline is an indicator not to ask. “What happened?”

    He pulls off his gloves, balls them up, and puts them into the
    pocket of his jacket. The intensity in his liquid brown eyes carries
    the severity of what he’s about to tell me. “I broke a cup. Not on
    purpose, but still the fucking cup was broken and that’s all that
    mattered. I remember when it happened, Kayden flipped out. We
    were like ten and I didn’t get it. It was a fucking cup, right?” He
    exhales loudly and I notice that his hands have a slight tremble to
    them. “Anyway, Kayden’s panicking and yelling at me to get the
    broom from the storage closet. So I go to get it, but it’s not in the storage closet. So I start looking everywhere and finally find it in
    the hallway closet. At this point, I can hear all this yelling coming