Chapter 4: Escape

No matter what, I refused to lift my head from the pillow. Chase probably never even considered that the person next to him might not be his girlfriend.

He patted my head: "Shy?"

I mumbled, "You go."

He sounded helpless: "I’ll go make lunch. Be good and rest for a while. I’ll call you when it’s ready."

Bang—

The door finally closed.

Only then did I crawl out from under the covers, staring blankly at my body.

I pinched myself. It hurt.

This wasn’t a dream at all.

Chase is outside right now.

And I, as his sister, actually…

I only remembered that last night, we both went to a party, and there was something in the drinks. We both had some.

A sick, heavy guilt pooled in my stomach. I wanted to scrub the whole night away, but I couldn’t even remember the worst parts clearly.

I was unbearably hot and lost all sense, while Chase mistook me for his girlfriend, calling me ‘sweetheart’ over and over.

And then, things ended up like this.

I covered my face. What am I supposed to do now?

I have to find a way to escape.

The kitchen in Chase’s place is open-plan, so if I just walk out, he’ll see me.

As I hesitated, Chase came back in.

I heard the door open and quickly pulled the covers up over myself.

He gently patted my head through the blanket: "Still shy, babe?"

His voice was especially, especially gentle.

Oh my god, does he always talk to his girlfriend like this?

"There’s no Coke at home. I’ll go buy a bottle to make you my famous BBQ wings. If you can’t find me, don’t worry, I’ll be right back."

Does his girlfriend also love BBQ wings?

Who doesn’t love something that delicious?

Wait, forget the wings for now.

He’s about to go out.

Heaven never blocks all the exits.

Thank you, God. You still love me.

My pulse raced as I listened for the sound of the front door. The second it clicked shut, relief crashed over me, sweet and dizzying. For once, luck was on my side.