time, do you hear me?”
“Dylan,” his voice whipped out. “She’s the only one who matters right now. Not you, not Harley, not anyone but her.”
I let myself go and hit my head against the window as he got on the freeway. “I need a drink.”
The silence in the car magnified. It was louder than our quietness. His anger, my anger—the two emotions were seconds away from colliding.
“Is there beer at the beach house?”
He cleared his throat. “I don’t drink anymore.”
“ You don’t drink anymore? You?” Bach and I used to drink until the blackness was more real than the light. We drank our pasts into oblivion. When I realized why he no longer drank, however, I immediately understood his choice. “Why get drunk when you can be sober with Harley, right?”
His jaw set.
“Being around her kind of made me high.”
His hands gripped the steering wheel.
“Watching her face while I ate her pussy was better than any pill.”
A threatening growl emanated from his chest.
“I get hard just thinking of the look in her eyes as I made her come.”
The tires screeched, jolting me. I went flying into the dashboard. My head cracked off the windshield, and my right leg bent in a way that made me scream out. My senses were overloaded with the pain. My back went flying into the seat and my neck whiplashed.
“Should’ve worn your seatbelt, bro.” He continued smoothly back on the freeway.
I couldn’t help it. A sob tore through my throat. Pain, sharp and bone-deep, radiated from my leg. “I fucked her first.”
“You want me to break your other leg?”
“She was mine!” I shouted, body shaking from the rage, from the hurt, from the everything I was feeling.
“She’s gone, Dylan. The sooner you accept that, the easier this will be.”
I pulled the visor down to examine my forehead. There was a cut on my hairline. I wiped the blood off, catching sight of my eyes. They were rimmed in red. There were dark shadows beneath them, and my cheeks were sunken in. I moved the mirror back to get a complete look at my face. My lips were chapped, and sweat dripped down my temples. I looked nothing like myself. Gone was the man I’d been, and in its place was this pathetic son of a bitch. I slammed the mirror down.
“I want my daughter.” I wanted someone who loved me. Aubrey was my girl. I hadn’t been a huge part of her life since Whitney lived in California with her aunt and then I went to war. Facetime was our only form of communication, and it was hard to get a kid to stay still. But even then, there’d been a smile on my kid’s face every time she saw me. A light in her dark blue eyes that lightened the darkness inside of me. “I want Aubrey.” I hung my head and sobbed. Loud, backbreaking wails. My chest opened up, and I gave into the darkness wrapped around my heart. “I want my baby.”
Bach reached over and turned the radio on.
***
Hillary
I looked cheap.
My blond hair had been straightened, black eyeliner and pink gloss shadowed my eyes and lips, and Emery and Jasmine had outdone themselves with this outfit. My skirt was so short when I moved too quickly my bottom poked out. My shirt, skintight and red, was cut so low my attempt at having cleavage was fully on display. My midriff was exposed as well, showing off my belly button and lower back. To make matters worse, Piper was begging to paint my nails red, and Emery was picking out shoes from my closet.
My desire to protect my friend was turning into a nightmare. “There’s no way I’m leaving the house like this. My mom would kill me if she knew I’d even thought about it, let alone did it.”
All three girls, all dressed equally in short revealing clothing, glared at me. I didn’t normally take time to worry about what girls like Emery and Jasmine thought. We didn’t run in the same circle. We were from the other side of the railroad tracks, but the similarities stopped there. But for some reason having three
“Dylan,” his voice whipped out. “She’s the only one who matters right now. Not you, not Harley, not anyone but her.”
I let myself go and hit my head against the window as he got on the freeway. “I need a drink.”
The silence in the car magnified. It was louder than our quietness. His anger, my anger—the two emotions were seconds away from colliding.
“Is there beer at the beach house?”
He cleared his throat. “I don’t drink anymore.”
“ You don’t drink anymore? You?” Bach and I used to drink until the blackness was more real than the light. We drank our pasts into oblivion. When I realized why he no longer drank, however, I immediately understood his choice. “Why get drunk when you can be sober with Harley, right?”
His jaw set.
“Being around her kind of made me high.”
His hands gripped the steering wheel.
“Watching her face while I ate her pussy was better than any pill.”
A threatening growl emanated from his chest.
“I get hard just thinking of the look in her eyes as I made her come.”
The tires screeched, jolting me. I went flying into the dashboard. My head cracked off the windshield, and my right leg bent in a way that made me scream out. My senses were overloaded with the pain. My back went flying into the seat and my neck whiplashed.
“Should’ve worn your seatbelt, bro.” He continued smoothly back on the freeway.
I couldn’t help it. A sob tore through my throat. Pain, sharp and bone-deep, radiated from my leg. “I fucked her first.”
“You want me to break your other leg?”
“She was mine!” I shouted, body shaking from the rage, from the hurt, from the everything I was feeling.
“She’s gone, Dylan. The sooner you accept that, the easier this will be.”
I pulled the visor down to examine my forehead. There was a cut on my hairline. I wiped the blood off, catching sight of my eyes. They were rimmed in red. There were dark shadows beneath them, and my cheeks were sunken in. I moved the mirror back to get a complete look at my face. My lips were chapped, and sweat dripped down my temples. I looked nothing like myself. Gone was the man I’d been, and in its place was this pathetic son of a bitch. I slammed the mirror down.
“I want my daughter.” I wanted someone who loved me. Aubrey was my girl. I hadn’t been a huge part of her life since Whitney lived in California with her aunt and then I went to war. Facetime was our only form of communication, and it was hard to get a kid to stay still. But even then, there’d been a smile on my kid’s face every time she saw me. A light in her dark blue eyes that lightened the darkness inside of me. “I want Aubrey.” I hung my head and sobbed. Loud, backbreaking wails. My chest opened up, and I gave into the darkness wrapped around my heart. “I want my baby.”
Bach reached over and turned the radio on.
***
Hillary
I looked cheap.
My blond hair had been straightened, black eyeliner and pink gloss shadowed my eyes and lips, and Emery and Jasmine had outdone themselves with this outfit. My skirt was so short when I moved too quickly my bottom poked out. My shirt, skintight and red, was cut so low my attempt at having cleavage was fully on display. My midriff was exposed as well, showing off my belly button and lower back. To make matters worse, Piper was begging to paint my nails red, and Emery was picking out shoes from my closet.
My desire to protect my friend was turning into a nightmare. “There’s no way I’m leaving the house like this. My mom would kill me if she knew I’d even thought about it, let alone did it.”
All three girls, all dressed equally in short revealing clothing, glared at me. I didn’t normally take time to worry about what girls like Emery and Jasmine thought. We didn’t run in the same circle. We were from the other side of the railroad tracks, but the similarities stopped there. But for some reason having three
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