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August 6 - August 6, 2023
I wonder if Bridger realizes how lucky he is to have me for a friend.
And yes, this basement does look exactly like the one in the movie. Only she didn’t need to point that out.
I envision a ghostly demon from the underworld about to attack me from behind. I spin around, almost losing my balance, ready to scream, fight, whatever. Only it’s not a demon coming to get me. But it’s close. It’s Bellany.
To my relief, Quentin forgave me. But I doubt Bellany will ever get over it, because Mr. Silverfield has forbidden her from seeing Quentin.
the straight nose, high cheekbones, sculpted eyebrows -- freezes in place as she processes what I have just told her.
It’s destroyed, gone forever. Just like Bellany.
That secret, about Bellany cheating on him, doesn’t mean anything now. It only mattered if Bellany was still around so he could break up with her. But he’s never going to see her again. And I’m never going to tell him she cheated. If I did, he would think I’m some kind of a heartless monster. The last thing I want to do is give him a reason to hate me.
“What would she be doing out walking in the woods? In the dark? It’s like super spooky out there.” I shake my head. “I bet she’s out front, where everybody’s coming and going. She probably went out there to meet someone. Or maybe she’s on her way back from going somewhere. Like the store. If she is, then you’ll find her out front, where all the cars are.”
The front pocket of Ace’s shirt, the one he had his phone stuffed in earlier is ripped and hanging by a few threads. I wonder if maybe he caught it on the fence when he was ditching the cops.
There are some scratches on his cheek. Did he get those from climbing the fence, too?
And I really wish I could forget what it looked like. The image haunts me, especially at night when I try to sleep.
Since when do boys willingly share secrets, I want to say, but I don’t.
Based on what I saw, which was a lot of blood, I think she was beaten to death.
Still, there’s that little bit of doubt lingering in my mind -- maybe she was barely hanging on to life.
Bellany wanted me to think he was a bad person so I would stay away from him.
I wish I could always remember her looking just like that -- healthy, whole, without any . . . blood.
Gemma didn’t tell me about the special basketball practice Quentin had the night of Bellany’s party, which made him late. She didn’t tell me about the special birthday celebration Quentin had with Bellany the night before her party, either. I guess there’s no reason I should feel guilty about keeping my encounter with Bellany’s bloody body a secret from her. We obviously aren’t as close as I thought we were.
If she’s not in her casket, and her body is not with the coroner or at the morgue, then where is it? If she’s still alive, there must be some monumental reason for her to fake her death. What could that be?
“The casket was empty.”
I can’t believe it. Vivy was telling the truth. Bellany has done it again. She’s played us all.
Why did she fake her death? Who helped her? Was all that blood on her really fake? Why was she lying there as if she was dead? Who was she trying to trick? Me? Someone else?