The Truths We Burn (The Hollow Boys, #2)

by Monty Jay

I’m walking to class, my lip throbbing from the new cut it had received before I even touched my oatmeal, when I hear a voice bounce off the lockers.

and if i cried right now, what then?

With slow movements, he looks over at me, the blunt resting in his mouth as he crooks a finger at me. “Come here.”

*blush*

Yet, her friends, the ones who knew her fears and her dreams, they weren’t allowed to come inside. We had been banned from her funeral, from her burial. The man who loved her more than life wasn’t able to say goodbye. My thumb twitches.

Shoot me it would hurt less 😃🔫

“They like to see me in pain. So, they send me visions of you. They feed off my pain, baby. And they get stronger every single day I’m here without you. They are trying to get out.” He presses his hands into the sides of his head. “And I don’t know how to stop them anymore. So, I need you to come back, okay? Please, I just need you to come back. Baby, I need you to save me.”

SOMEBODY SEDATE MEEEEEE