Screw My Childhood Sweetheart His Alpha Brother Marked Me First novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Dad poked his head in. “Are you sulking?”

“Sick,” I gritted out.

He moved into the room, studying my curled form. He brushed a hand over my forehead and even that gentle touch hurt. “You are a little warm and clammy.”

“I need to call River.” I knew River could help. At the very least, he might be able to sense what was wrong with me.

The little sympathy on my father’s face vanished. “If you’re sick, the last thing you need to be doing is infecting your boyfriend.”

“Please, Dad.”

“No, and that’s final. I’ll go get you some flu medicine and orange juice.”

My body shook uncontrollably, fever or something else, I wasn’t sure. There was no longer an ache in my chest–it felt as if the contents of my rib cage were being shredded. I whimpered into my pillow as my vision tunneled.

The doorbell rang downstairs, but I could barely hear it, everything seeming to be muted for a moment. Muffled voices

became clearer.

“Hello, Mr. Caldwell. I’m Knox. We met a few weeks ago? I was hoping I could speak to Senna for just a moment. It’s about a school project. It’s important.”

“Unfortunately, Senna is sick. She’s also grounded. So, any visits will be impossible.”

“Sick?” Knox’s voice cracked on the word.

“Yes, some sort of flu,” my father answered.

“I just need to see her for a minute. I have a great immune system, so I’m not worried.”

“And I said, I’m afraid that’s impossible. You’ll have to leave.”

Another whimper slipped out of my lips. He was so close. Something told me I just needed to get to Knox. If I could get to him, everything would be okay.

Footsteps sounded on the stairs, and my mother appeared. “Where is your second phone? I know you called that boy.”

“I didn’t,” I croaked.

“Bullshit.” She started pulling open drawers and throwing things on the floor.

Another spasm rocked my body, emanating from my chest. Whatever this was felt like it might kill me. I tried to focus on an image of River, on what his comforting energy felt like. I just had to reach him. I swore I could feel tendrils of that energy just

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out of my grasp.

“What are you doing?” my dad asked as he entered my room, a glass of juice in hand.

“She’s getting in touch with those boys somehow. She must have a hidden phone here somewhere.” Mom pulled all of my clothes out of my closet and threw them on the floor.

I curled tighter into a ball. I just needed everyone to be quiet. Black spots danced at the sides of my vision. I wanted to sink into that darkness and let it swallow me whole.

“Senna?” Dad’s voice sounded farther away. His hand brushed my forehead again, and I pulled away. It felt like sandpaper against my skin. “I think we might need to take her to the hospital. She’s burning up.”

My mom scoffed. “She’s faking. Trying to get you to feel bad for her.”

“What’s gotten into you, Cynthia?”

Mom began pulling books off my shelves and throwing them on the growing pile. “I see her for what she is.”

The doorbell rang again.

“Get the door,” my father commanded.

“I’m busy. You can get it,” Mom retorted.

There was a knocking as my dad gaped at my mom.

“Hello?” A deep voice called from downstairs. Mason. Something in me was comforted at the knowledge of his presence, but it wasn’t enough. My insides were being ripped apart.

My mom stiffened. “Did someone just let themselves in?” She shot me a hateful look. “These are the kinds of people you invite

into our lives?”

Dad strode through my door. “Who is it?”

“I apologize for the intrusion,” Mason said, his voice getting closer. “But my son is concerned about Senna. I thought I’d stop by and make sure everything was okay.”

“Get out!” my mother roared. “This isn’t your house, and Senna is none of your concern.”

“Cynthia!” my father shouted, sounding stunned and appalled.

Another jolt of pain rolled through me, and I cried out. Couldn’t hold it in no matter how hard I tried.

Footsteps sounded on the stairs, only it couldn’t have just been one person. It had to be more.

“What are you doing in here?” Mom shrieked. “Bruce, call the police.”

Cool hands framed my face, ones that didn’t feel like sandpaper. “Senna.” My name was ripped from Knox’s throat

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