The sunshine is bursting through my windows, flooding the room with light. I open my eyes, to find Finn sitting next to my bed.
“Dramatic, much?” he asks, his eyebrow raised.
I gaze around the room, only to find it empty, but for my brother and me.
“Where’s Dare?” I ask quickly. Finn looks away, shielding his thoughts from me.
“Gone,” he simply says.
Gone? Without another word? Or explanation? Or anything? I know I told him to go, but still. God.
My stomach balls up, like it’s being constricted in a vise.
“Dad’s downstairs getting you some breakfast.”
“I don’t want breakfast,” I say petulantly, staring out my windows. The sky is still blue, the sun still shines… even though Dare is gone.
“Are you ok?” Finn asks finally. “You passed out on the beach. Dare carried you here, but once dad found out that you’d gotten upset while you were fighting, dad made him leave. What happened?”
“Nothing,” I mutter. “I’m just surrounded by secrets and craziness and I can’t let Dare keep secrets too. I want him here, I want to be with him, but I’m going to lose my mind if the people in my life don’t start being straight with me.”
Finn stares at me, startled. “What do you mean by that?”
I don’t blink. “I think you know.”
But before he can reply, we’re interrupted by my father.
He breezes through the door with toast and juice, like it’s an ordinary day.
“Good morning!” he calls out, setting the tray on my stand. “I’m glad you’re awake.”
I stare at him icily.
“You sent Dare away.”
My father stares back, standing his ground.
“You literally passed out on the beach,” Dad tells me concisely. “While you were having a fight with him.”
“My love life is my business,” I remind him. “I decide who to send away. Not you.”
My father shakes his head. “I decide who can stay on my property,” he tells me. “And you’re under enough pressure without adding more to it. Dare understood. He agreed, actually.”
“Dare agreed that he shouldn’t be with me?” I ask doubtfully. Dad’s expression slips a bit.
“Not exactly. He just agreed that he shouldn’t be here last night. I’ll let you decide when you want to talk to him next. But when you do, you need to make sure you’re ready. Being emotionally involved with someone is a big deal, honey. Especially when your emotions are fragile already.”
I ignore that. “Where did he go?”
“I don’t know,” my father answers firmly, walking back to the doorway. He walks out and I stare at the wall, fighting the red hot tears that well up in my eyes.
“I sent him away and he was the only one outside of you and dad who has ever loved me,” I tell Finn without looking at him. He looks flustered and scared and sad.
“There was mom,” he offers hesitantly.
“She’s dead,” I say icily.
He can’t argue with that.