Memories From a Dead Girl
Twenty-Two
I was in the shower when Austin called. He left a voicemail, asking me to meet him at his house. He sounded upset. When I was done getting ready, I left and drove over there. When Austin answered the door, he quickly pulled me inside.
"I need to talk to you," he said. "About Chloe."
I sighed and leaned against the door, waiting. I knew where this was going, because we had been there many, many times before. He wanted me to spend less time with her and more with him. Because Austin and I were a couple, and I was supposed to remember that.
"Not again," I told him. "I just want to have a normal day with you, okay? I don't want to fight."
When I turned away, he touched my shoulder. "Olivia."
He sounded pissed.
Great.
And the way he said my name made me shiver. When I faced him again, he wasn't the same Austin as before. Something had shifted, made him hard. He tightened his hold on me, and that's when everything changed.
"I need to talk to you," he said. "About Chloe."
I sighed and leaned against the door, waiting. I knew where this was going, because we had been there many, many times before. He wanted me to spend less time with her and more with him. Because Austin and I were a couple, and I was supposed to remember that.
"Not again," I told him. "I just want to have a normal day with you, okay? I don't want to fight."
When I turned away, he touched my shoulder. "Olivia."
He sounded pissed.
Great.
And the way he said my name made me shiver. When I faced him again, he wasn't the same Austin as before. Something had shifted, made him hard. He tightened his hold on me, and that's when everything changed.