BETTY
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The knock came in again, harder this time.
My widened eyes drifted to Trent. How the hell was I going to explain why Trent was here?
“I thought you said she won’t be coming back soon.” My voice tightened as I tried to keep it low.
Trent shrugged, his shoulders tensed. “I thought the same.”
“What are we going to do?”
“I’ll say I came to pick up a book,” he said.
I scoffed. “Yeah. Even an i***t wouldn’t believe that.”
“Then what do we do?” He asked, his eyes drifting to the door as the sound of my mother knocking seeped through the cracks.
A thought him me, and I clamped my fingers around his wrist and dragged him to the wardrobe. “Stay here, in case she decides to come into my room,” I said, “once I lead her out of the house, you would leave, okay?”
Trent nodded before
