Raina's POV
Kendrick's words wouldn't leave my head.
"Keep your eyes on your boyfriend."
He didn't say it casually, not even like a warning meant to protect me.
No.
He said it like a blade, sharp and deliberate, meant to cut.
His tone and the way his eyes lingered on me before he turned away, it was as if he knew something I didn't.
And that thought was eating me alive.
I sat on the edge of my bed, but kept fidgeting restlessly.
My fingers dug into my thighs while my legs were bouncing and my stomach was in knots.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Mark's face and every time I opened them, I heard Kendrick's voice again.
"Keep your eyes on your boyfriend".
Why did it feel like poison slipping into my veins?
I wanted to ignore it and shove it aside, but my body wouldn't let me. I felt like I was suffocating, like the walls of the house were pressing in on me, trapping me in a cage of doubt.
Then I heard my mother's voice.
