Unraveled by Dani Matthews Read Free Book Online

I'd had earlier. My cheek rests against the mattress and my eyes are
closed as my mind drifts.
    I'm dreading
going home tonight. I have no idea why Noah is so hell bent on trying to help
me. It feels weird knowing someone cares that much about me and I don't know
what to do with it. In fact, it scares me. He knows one of my secrets and I
can't believe he's still there, waiting for me to allow him in. Why wasn't he
disgusted with me?
    The mattress
dips as Cole collapses down next to me. My eyes open and I peer up at him—too
lazy to lift my head. He's sitting there clad in just a pair of jeans with a
bottle of tequila in his hand. His eyes are glazed slightly because he's still
high. He ruffles my dark hair with his free hand, his eyes curious. “What put
that frown on your face? I thought we were having a good time.”
    “We are,” I
mumble before I turn over onto my back, my head resting near his jean clad
thigh. The sheet has fallen to my hips, baring my breasts to him and I see his
eyes focus on them with immediate interest. I grab at the sheet and pull it up
over my chest because I'm definitely not ready to go another round.
    He sighs
with disappointment and lifts the bottle, taking a long drink.
    My eyes
drift shut again. I wish I could stay here all night but my brother would flip.
    “What's the
deal? You looked upset.”
    “Noah knows,”
I mutter.
    Cole's thigh
tenses next to my head. “Knows what?”
    Dang.
Alcohol and drugs sure made for loose lips.
    “Blayre?”
    My eyes open
and I peer up into his narrowed green gaze. “He found my razors yesterday.” I
might as well tell the truth since Cole already knows about the cutting.
    “Razors?” he
echoes as he looks down at me blankly.
    “Yeah. The
razors I use to cut myself.”
    “So, what's
the big deal? You're eighteen, you can do what you want,” he says as his
attention focuses on something at the base of my neck. He reaches up and gently
brushes a finger against my skin.
    Typical
Cole. It's weird how blasé he is when it comes to my cutting. He could care
less that I take a blade to myself. He's not disgusted by it but he isn't
interested in it, either. It's nice because he makes me feel normal—if that's
even possible.
    “The big
deal is he's suddenly adamant that I need help,” I say flatly as I sit up, my
hair toppling over my shoulder as I hold the sheet against my naked body.
    Cole peers
at me. “Do you?”
    “Do I what?”
    “Need help?”
    “No!”
    “Then why
does it matter? Who cares if he knows?”
    “I care. I
don't want Tate to know.”
    “You're a
legal adult now. It's not like they can make you do anything you don't want to
do,” he points out as he takes another drink of the tequila. Then he holds it
out to me. “Want some?”
    I glance
toward the clock on his nightstand. It's going on ten. “I'd better not. I have
to be home by eleven and I need to be able to drive.”
    “Your brother
is a dick for giving an eighteen-year-old a curfew.”
    I shoot him
a look. “That dick is giving me a place to live.”
    “Whatever.”
    “Why are you
so crabby all of a sudden?” An hour ago he'd been laughing and trying to tickle
me to death while copping a feel wherever he could.
    He sighs and
his expression turns brooding. “It doesn't seem real that Blake is gone.”
    I feel bad
for snapping at him. We'd both gotten high today for pretty much the same
reason. To escape reality for a bit. I drop the sheet and move towards him,
wrapping my arms around him as I rest my cheek on his bare shoulder. “I'm
sorry.”
    “I can't
believe Paige up and left, either. Not that I care, but I know you two were
kind of tight,” he says as his free arm slides around my waist.
    “She needs
to get away and I understand that. Cole?” I ask, my head lifting as I look at
him.
    He turns his
head and peers at me. “Hmm?”
    “Paige knew
something was wrong with Blake. Did he come to you at all about what we did?”
    Cole's body
slowly tenses and