Never Let Me Go (Inevitably You, #2)

by Lyla Dane

“Just put me out with the trash,” I said. I was tired now. Everywhere hurt, and I wanted it all to just go away. Beck was seeing me at my lowest low, and I couldn’t handle it. “What?” he said incredulously. “Just put me out with the garbage, Beck. Or better yet, lay me down in the middle of the street. Hopefully a car will just roll over me. Problem solved.” It was quiet for about twenty seconds, and then he said, “Gavin. Are you being serious right now? You’re joking, right? Because that’s not fucking funny.” There was fear in his voice now. I put that there. “No. I’m not joking. I’m not trying to be funny. Just throw me in the reservoir.” No, wasn’t that drinking water? “Or find a quarry and toss me in it. Anything, I don’t give a shit at this point. Just make it stop. I don’t want to be here anymore.” My last words ended on a broken whisper, and I put my arm over my face. “You…you’re not serious. You’re not.” There was a strain in his voice I’d never heard before, a thinness that sounded like it would shatter at any moment. I didn’t say anything to that. “Gavin…”