What Lies Beneath (Count on Me Series #7) by Melyssa Winchester Read Free Book Online

keep thinking about stuff that makes their head hurt.
    But I need to make this make sense.
    I need her to hug me like that.
    She’s MY best friend.
    Not his.
    Stupid Sammy.
    Stupid Belle.
    Stupid Me.
     
    Groaning painfully when I reach the end of the entry, I chance a look over to where Belle sits beside me, afraid of what I’m going to find.
    Her smiling down at the book definitely not the reaction I was expecting.
    When she looks up and turns into me, throwing her arms around my neck and bringing me in close for what feels like the tightest hug she’s ever given me, I’m taken even more by surprise.
    Did we just read the same thing?
    “Not that I’m complaining, but why are you hugging me?”
    “ I need her to hug me like that .” She repeats the words of my younger self back and I relax into her embrace. “I know you said that you detailed a lot of things and that most of it would probably be hard to hear considering the way things went, but Kay, I swear, all these entries seem to do is make me fall even harder.”
    Beating up a guy that at one point I considered a friend is making her fall for me?
    Again, not complaining. I just don’t get it.
    “How does hurting someone make you fall for me?”
    “It’s not what you did. It’s why you did it.” She wastes no time explaining. “I had no idea.”
    That makes two of us.
    “No idea?”
    “I was more than just your best friend.” she laughs softly. “My mom was right.”
    “I’m so lost right now.”
    “We’ve talked about this before. You remember what she said about the way you used to look at me. I can remember the way it was then, so I knew she was right, but it’s not just the way you look at me anymore. It’s there in your words too. I wasn’t just your best friend. You liked me.”
    “Of course I did.”
    “Do you get it now? Why I said I had no idea?”
    I do, actually. I also remember what I told her that day in the gym when I recreated homecoming for her. She wasn’t supposed to have any idea of my feelings for her.
    They were just for me.
    “At the time, I’m not even sure I knew what it was that was going on with me. I mean, look at what I wrote. One minute, I’m jealous. The next I’m calling you stupid and making it seem like Sammy getting hurt was your fault. How are you supposed to know, when I didn’t?”
    “Good point.”
    “Yeah, sometimes I’m known to have them.”
    Slapping me playfully on the arm, she snuggles into my side and pulls the book closer between us, flipping pages. Only stopping when she’s pushed past about ten entries and landed on the one I warned her about when I’d finally gotten up from the table.
    Sam’s next appearance.
    Three years later.
    “Now that we’ve established how in loooove with me you were,” she singsongs. “Let’s tackle the other elephant in the room.”
    The reason I’m so twisted up with guilt.
    Great.
    Locking her fingers in mine and squeezing, knowing exactly what I need in order to get through this, she takes the pressure off when she starts to read.
     
    June 8, 2008
     
    Stupid whiny piece of shit.
    Should have known he was gonna go and blab to his parents about what Kevin, Mike and I did to him at the park.
    Looks like Sammy really grew into his name. With the way he cried and pissed his fucking pants, he was even more of a girl than Belle.
    God. Don’t even get me started on that little retard.
    I saw her out on the front lawn today, and of course, like every other damn day, the whole front portion of her pants was wet. I don’t get it. Why can’t she just get off her ass like the rest of us and use the bathroom?
    It’s like she enjoys sitting in her own filth. It’s disgusting.
    She’s disgusting.
     
    “Stop!” I yell, causing Belle’s eyes to fly up from the journal and even though it hasn’t happened in forever, her body to shift away from mine as she jumps back fast.
    This was a mistake.
    Jumping up off the sofa and making a break for it down the