Page 47 of Torn

Angel… you okay?

Five agonizing minutes pass while I sit on my bedroom floor and stare at my closet door.

Kenzi

Yes. Are you? I hope you washed that road rash on your hand and leg so you don’t get infected.

God.Why does she always try to take care of me?

I will.

Kenzi

Have you heard any news on the big fluffy dog?

Not yet.

Kenzi

I like him a lot. He just wanted love, even though he was hurt and lost. He reminds me of you.

My chest contracts.

Ya think?

Kenzi

Yup.

I’m sorry I scared you.

Kenzi

You never scare me, Tor.

Shit. Wrong answer, little girl. Wrong. Fucking. Answer.

Kenzi

Maybe you’re scared.

I want to throw my phone against the wall. I don’t know what to say to that. I’m afraid to say anything because I don’t trust anything about myself right now. This kid has always had a microscope right into my soul and it’s driving me mad.

Am I scared?

Yes. I’m petrified of what she’s made me feel.

Kenzi

Everything is okay, Tor.

My fingers shake as I type back on the tiny keyboard.

Is it?

Kenzi

Yes. It is.