CHAPTER FIVE
MASON
ONE YEAR BEFORE THE FIGHT
My heart pounds as I listen to Emma’s voicemail. Her voice is cool and calm as though she’s accepted her fate. Nothing like the several she previously left me when she’d stop taking her medication, then lose it after a few days.
But tonight feels different, is different. After a dozen missed text and voice messages from her and her sister, I race to her sorority house on a random bike I found outside the frat house. The music blares loudly for over a block, my body shaking as the blood whooshes in my ears. Even though I have the worst feeling in my gut, I hope everything is okay.
The moment I walk into her room, the air rushes from my lungs.
I shake her. Pleading with her to wake up and cursing when she doesn’t.
Her eyes. They look at me,
