the pills in her palm. I cringed when she swallowed them without any water. “You’re going to be really sore from sleeping in there. Come on. You’ll thank me later . . . Now, upsie-daisy.” I used what was left of my feeble strength to help pull her out of the tub. We stumbled together to her room, bumping into the wall a couple of times. We didn’t even bother changing our clothes before we both crashed face first onto her bed and fell back asleep.
Chapter Six
I hid away in the safety of my bed, burrowing in the blankets and only leaving when I absolutely had to. Even though five days had passed, I wasn’t strong enough to face the world yet. Most of my time was spent sleeping, but my body could only sleep for so many hours a day before I had no choice but to wake up. Then I would waste hours just staring out the window.
My phone was still off because I wanted to call Trenton so badly. It took everything in me to not dial his number and tell him that I forgave him, still loved him, and was coming home. The only reason I didn’t was because it would be a lie . . . Not the loving him part, because I still did, but I didn’t forgive him, and I was never going home to him. I wanted to hate him, but as much as I hated what he did, I couldn’t hate Trenton himself. I believed he still did love me, but I could never trust him again, so whether he loved me or not didn’t change a thing.
I closed my eyes and was trying to force myself back to sleep when Sophie stormed into my room. “Okay, ho-bag, enough is enough!” I quickly pulled the covers over my head and groaned just as Sophie landed next to me with a thud. “Get your ass out of bed and join the living again,” she scolded, ripping back the covers and giving my ponytail a sharp pull.
“What the fuck! That hurt!” I screamed, rubbing my tender scalp.
“Good,” she said smugly. “Glad to know you can still feel something besides self-pity.”
I glared at her in disbelief. “You have no idea what I feel,” I snapped back defensively.
“I know that I want my cousin back and not this shell of a person. I’m going to get you out of this funk by any means possible.”
My days of solitude were at an end because Tough Love Sophie was now on the scene, and that version of Sophie could be a real bitch. Previous experiences with her alter-ego told me to do as she commanded, so I begrudgingly sat up.
“Let me take a shower, and then you can get on with the little boot camp I know you have planned for me,” I whined, then slowly left the comfort and security of the bed and walked to the door. Before leaving the room, I turned back to her. “Go get something from your closet for me to wear.” She smiled triumphantly.
I was shaving my legs and enjoying my ridiculously long, scalding-hot shower in peace when the bathroom door flung open, and Sophie barged in. So much for privacy, or knocking for that matter .
“You’ve been in here for over thirty minutes, so wrap it up already,” she chided. “Clothes are on your bed.”
“I’m just finishing up. What’s on the schedule for today, Sergeant?” I asked from behind the shower curtain.
“Don’t give me that Sergeant crap.” I could imagine her eyes narrowing. “Five days in bed is a long enough pity-party.” She pulled back the curtain, and I was so startled that I nicked my leg with the razor. “We’re starting with an early lunch. I ordered a pizza, which should be here any minute, and then you and I are going to the beach.” Her eyes lowered to my bikini area, and she added, “Make sure to shave extra well.”
“Shut the curtain, creeper! I’ll be done in a minute.” I grabbed the handheld shower head and sprayed her directly in the face. She quickly closed the curtain, and I could hear her laughing as she left the bathroom.
Since we were going to the beach, I didn’t need to do my hair or makeup after I finished my shower. A cobalt blue string bikini and a short white cotton
Chapter Six
I hid away in the safety of my bed, burrowing in the blankets and only leaving when I absolutely had to. Even though five days had passed, I wasn’t strong enough to face the world yet. Most of my time was spent sleeping, but my body could only sleep for so many hours a day before I had no choice but to wake up. Then I would waste hours just staring out the window.
My phone was still off because I wanted to call Trenton so badly. It took everything in me to not dial his number and tell him that I forgave him, still loved him, and was coming home. The only reason I didn’t was because it would be a lie . . . Not the loving him part, because I still did, but I didn’t forgive him, and I was never going home to him. I wanted to hate him, but as much as I hated what he did, I couldn’t hate Trenton himself. I believed he still did love me, but I could never trust him again, so whether he loved me or not didn’t change a thing.
I closed my eyes and was trying to force myself back to sleep when Sophie stormed into my room. “Okay, ho-bag, enough is enough!” I quickly pulled the covers over my head and groaned just as Sophie landed next to me with a thud. “Get your ass out of bed and join the living again,” she scolded, ripping back the covers and giving my ponytail a sharp pull.
“What the fuck! That hurt!” I screamed, rubbing my tender scalp.
“Good,” she said smugly. “Glad to know you can still feel something besides self-pity.”
I glared at her in disbelief. “You have no idea what I feel,” I snapped back defensively.
“I know that I want my cousin back and not this shell of a person. I’m going to get you out of this funk by any means possible.”
My days of solitude were at an end because Tough Love Sophie was now on the scene, and that version of Sophie could be a real bitch. Previous experiences with her alter-ego told me to do as she commanded, so I begrudgingly sat up.
“Let me take a shower, and then you can get on with the little boot camp I know you have planned for me,” I whined, then slowly left the comfort and security of the bed and walked to the door. Before leaving the room, I turned back to her. “Go get something from your closet for me to wear.” She smiled triumphantly.
I was shaving my legs and enjoying my ridiculously long, scalding-hot shower in peace when the bathroom door flung open, and Sophie barged in. So much for privacy, or knocking for that matter .
“You’ve been in here for over thirty minutes, so wrap it up already,” she chided. “Clothes are on your bed.”
“I’m just finishing up. What’s on the schedule for today, Sergeant?” I asked from behind the shower curtain.
“Don’t give me that Sergeant crap.” I could imagine her eyes narrowing. “Five days in bed is a long enough pity-party.” She pulled back the curtain, and I was so startled that I nicked my leg with the razor. “We’re starting with an early lunch. I ordered a pizza, which should be here any minute, and then you and I are going to the beach.” Her eyes lowered to my bikini area, and she added, “Make sure to shave extra well.”
“Shut the curtain, creeper! I’ll be done in a minute.” I grabbed the handheld shower head and sprayed her directly in the face. She quickly closed the curtain, and I could hear her laughing as she left the bathroom.
Since we were going to the beach, I didn’t need to do my hair or makeup after I finished my shower. A cobalt blue string bikini and a short white cotton
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