My Demons (The Angel Trilogy #2) by Kimberly Blalock Read Free Book Online Page A

hills, and it isn’t close. I begin walking. I don’t know where I’m going or what I’m going to do when I get there, but it has to be better than the place my mind is in right now.
    The air is chilly and I probably didn’t choose the best attire for the long journey I have ahead of me. “What do I do now?” I say aloud as I wipe the rebellious tear that’s escaped away. I feel my phone vibrate in my bag, ignoring it I keep putting one foot in front of the other.
    I can’t talk to anyone right now, this is too embarrassing. I’ll bet that Amy won’t be team Evan after hearing about this? I won’t tell her though because she’d probably hold a knife to his throat, knowing her as well as I do.
    I consider calling for a ride home when I remember Amy had told me I lived near this area. I reach into my bag for my wallet and find my license. “Yes!” I see my address and type it into my phone’s GPS and note that it’s only a few blocks away.
    I smile and begin the journey that I need to take.

Chapter Six
    Abby
    The keys I have in my bag open the door to my apartment.
    “I have good taste.” I laugh, walking past the tasteful furnishings. Honestly though, I feel like I’m in someone else’s apartment. I walk through thinking that at any minute someone’s going to jump out from behind something screaming for me to get out.
    I investigate all of the pieces of art and décor that I have placed everywhere. “I like it.” I smile.
    I find myself in the hallway and turn on the light switch to the bathroom, not seeing anything of significance I turn and follow the hallway to another door.
    The bedroom is perfect. Mostly white, with beautiful pops of color. Exactly my taste. I run my hand along the dresser seeing Addie’s picture. “Not going there.” I place it back in its spot.
    The closet is small and I laugh again remembering Amy complaining about it while I was in the hospital. “Drama queen.”
    The closet’s filled with my clothes, and then I wonder where the clothes came from in the closet at my parents’ house.
    I sigh knowing my mom had to have bought everything new and placed them there. I search the inside of the dresser finding a long sleeve Henley. “It smells just like him.” I take a deep breath.
    My phone hasn’t stopped vibrating in my bag since I left Evan’s apartment and I think about throwing it out the window.
    I find the edge of the bed that takes up a good portion of the small room and close my eyes enjoying the space that I’ve found myself in. I jump, when I hear pounding on the door. “What the hell?” I run to the door standing on my tip toes to view through the peephole.
    Evan.
    “Abby, open the door.”
    I jump back looking around. I don’t know what to do.
    “I know you’re in there. I need you to hear me out.”
    I bite my nails. “Shit,” I hiss under my breath finding my seat on the couch.
    “Seriously? Angel open the door, please. That wasn’t what you thought. I shouldn’t have let you go. Please,” he yells while still pounding loudly on the door.
    I jump from my place on the couch and stand on the carpet. I tip-toe toward the door not knowing if I actually plan to open it. I instead look out of the peephole again. Evan’s leaning on the door with one hand while covering his face with the other.
    “Please,” he says, but in a lower voice this time.
    I step back and turn the lock and before I can even reach for the door knob he’s in the apartment. He rushes through grabbing me in his arms, my legs instantly wrapping around his waist.
    “I fucking love you.” Our faces are eye to eye. I don’t say a word. I don’t know what to say. “You’re my world. End of. That was Natalia. Not anything more than a friend and has been for years.”
    “Evan, you don’t have to explain anything to me. You don’t owe me anything.”
    “Fuck that. I owe you everything.” He takes a deep breath. “You’re my world, Abby, don’t you see that?”
    I still,