Chapter 22 ★ I've been cold

Cedric POV

I run my fingers through my hair, tugging at the ends and wanting more than anything to punch a hole through the wall.

How have I kept my cool this whole time?

Her explanation made sense, of course it did, otherwise I could've gotten angry at her. I'm not sure if I could ever get mad at Hendrix, but I was terrified.

I was so desperate to keep her from repeating what she did that I took out my frustration on her.

The pain in my chest was unbearable when I tore apart the town looking for her. I even searched the woods for her dead body.

I'm still shaken up. The terror of the situation haunts me, fear coursing through my veins like acid. In all my years I have never been as terrified as that day when Hendrix didn't show up to class or our tutoring session. I called and texted, nothing.