Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
“You touched something that belongs to me.”
What?
“She belongs to all of us,” Dylan replies. “That’s the whole fucking point of that fucking agreement we have with her!”
“I allowed her to be shared,” Felix says, his voice booming through the room. “That does not mean you can just go off and fuck her when I’m not around.”
Is this … what I think it is?
“What the fuck did you do with her?” Felix asks, threatening to hit him again.
“Felix, calm down,” Alistair says.
But Felix ignores him. “Did you stick your dick up her pussy? Did it feel good to fuck her when I wasn’t even there?”
Oh my God. He wants me for himself.
Dylan smirks. “You jealous?”
Felix punches him in the face, and I cover my mouth with my hand. “Oh my God.”
“Fuck you,” Felix growls, shoving Dylan away.
Fuck, they really are fighting over me. That wasn’t supposed to happen.
“Yeah, well fuck you too,” Dylan retorts, spitting the blood out in his face. “You don’t deserve her.”
“Guys, let’s not fight about this,” Alistair says. “I don’t think it’s worth it.”
“Yet you fucked her while I wasn’t around too, didn’t you?” Felix replies. “You’re a part of the problem.”
“Last I checked, we’re all a part of this agreement, and she wanted us both,” Alistair says. “Shame you don’t like sharing. I do.”
Dylan snorts. “You should’ve seen her face when she came all over me and licked up Ali’s cum.”
My whole body flushes with heat just thinking about it.
“Don’t,” Felix rasps, practically breathing fire.
“But you weren’t there,” Dylan adds.
“For good reasons, it seems,” Alistair chimes in.
“We’re not the problem here,” Dylan says, shoving a finger into Felix’s chest. “You are.”
“I’ll make you my fucking problem,” Felix growls.
“Guys,” I mutter.
But they pay no attention to me.
Dylan wipes the blood off his lip. “You’d better give me a good fucking reason not to kick your fucking ass right now.”
“You wanna try me?” Felix taunts, cracking his knuckles.
“GUYS. STOP!” I step between them and spread my arms, staring down Felix. “Stop it.”
I mean as much as I enjoy three guys fighting over me, this is not going to help anyone.
Felix eyes me down for a second, and I contemplate hitting him where it hurts by telling him how fucking hard I came. But I’m not gonna stoop that low.
“We agreed I would do whatever you told me. All three of you. And in exchange, you would help me find everyone responsible for my sister’s misery.” I swallow away the lump in my throat.
“And I did my part,” he replies, stepping closer. “Until you ran away.”
“I went to the only people who would help me,” I retort.
He briefly eyes Dylan and Alistair again.
“Hey, don’t look at us. You were the one who chased her off.”
“Did you both forget she might be responsible for Eve’s death?” he says, his face contorting. “You saw the fucking text message. You know about that fucking death pact she made with Eve.”
He walks to the cabinet and fishes out the diary I’ve been missing, holding it open on a specific page where I pasted a photo of me and my sister as a memorial.
He pulls it away, ripping off the glue that kept it all together, revealing only a part of the text I pasted inside. The last text she sent me.
Her final goodbye.
But her words are misconstrued. Butchered, because of the glue keeping part of the photo from coming off.
I’ve done everything that’s been asked and more. It’s never going to be enough. And I refuse to go through life … broken. Split in half by a decision that wasn’t mine to make.
So I will stop it now.
This bonfire near The Edge will be the last night spent at this godforsaken university—
Tears well up in my eyes seeing these words again. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You put this in the diary, didn’t you?” Felix asks. “Like a little piece of truth buried along with all the lies. Just like the death pact you made with your sister.”
“Stop,” I hiss.
“Is it true?” Alistair asks as he approaches.
This is why they tormented me. Why Alistair and Dylan hung those posters. Why they tried to corner me in the stairwell. Why they chased me into the woods with those creepy masks.
Why Felix tried to break me.
I shake my head and rummage in my pocket to fish out my phone, then pull up my sister’s face. God, I haven’t seen her in such a long time that it hurts to look. But this needs to end now.
So I turn and show Dylan and Alistair the real text.
I can’t do it anymore, sis. Please don’t be mad at me. I’ve done everything I could and more. It’s never going to be enough. And I refuse to go through life … broken. Split in half by a decision that wasn’t mine to make.