Chapter 87-The Guilt!
Helanie:
The night was so peaceful that the moment I lay down in bed, I fell asleep instantly, as if I’d slipped into a coma. But in the middle of the night, I woke to the sound of someone slamming the balcony door.
Groaning, I sat up and looked toward the balcony. It was Lamar.
He had shut the door after stepping outside to smoke. Through the glass, I could see him pacing back and forth, a cigarette in hand.
He looked restless.
If it had been anyone else, I might have checked on them, but it was Lamar—the guy I hated the most.
So I decided to lie back down.
Closing my eyes, I hoped to fall asleep again. But then I heard the balcony door creak open and footsteps approaching my bed.
My heart skipped a beat as realization struck me.
I bolted upright, my mind racing with fear that he was about to do something awful. But when I looked, there he was, standing at the edge of my bed with his head bowed.
"What are you doing? You freaking scared the life out of me," I hissed under my breath.