“Shit.” I reach over to her, wrapping her up, and pulling her into my chest. “I know, it’s not fair.” I whisper to her, without looking down, without her having to see my expression, without her having to come to the realization that I’m sure of her secret as I say the next words. I’m sure of why she ended up at the Marauder’s clubhouse, why she ended up addicted to pain killers, why she’s breaking down after just now leaving the Midnight Syn’s grounds while she should be excited to see an old friend. “Death is rarely fair.”
Slowly, she pulls away, and looks up at me. “How do you know?” She whispers.
“I’m very observant.”
She laughs out, before more tears fall and sighs.
“Plus, last night you told me that he died. Nightmare, it’s hard to continue living if you won’t let yourself feel your emotions and deal with them.”
“It’s hard to deal with my emotions when I feel like I’ve failed him.” Her voice is still barely audible.
“I doubt he would ever think that you’ve failed him.” I admit to her before she glances over and lets a sad smirk show. “What can I do to help?” I ask her, not even realizing that I am willing to do whatever it is that she needs me to.
Turning completely around now, she looks up at me, not even cracking a smile. “Fuck me.”
“What?” I nearly laugh out.
“Fuck me.” She repeats herself, standing her ground, and I realize that she’s serious. “I don’t want to feel. I don’t want to think about it… about him.”
“No.” The word is out of my mouth before I even realize that I’ve decided, anything.
“What? You asked what you can do to help me. Fucking me, will help me.”
I can’t stop the sarcastic laugh as it comes out. “No.” I say adamantly, again.
“You’re an asshole. Don’t say whatever I need and then tell me no when I tell you what I need.” She shoves me backwards. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t a little shocked.
“You’re kidding me, right?” I snap at her causing her to laugh again.
“No, fuck you. Don’t pretend to give a shit and then don’t fucking help.” She shoves me again.
“I swear to God.” I shout as I grip her wrists and pull her into me. “Stop it. Get the hell back on the bike.” I’m gritting the words out through my teeth at her.
“Fuck you.” She says again before she spits in my face.
“I don’t give a damn if you’re in mourning. Stop being a cunt. I’m trying to help.”
“Sure,” She rolls her eyes, “but you won’t do the one thing I asked you to.”
“Fuck this.” I glare at her as the moon shines above head, giving off enough light that I can see every movement of her face. “Get your ass back on the bike.”
“I. Would. Rather. Die.”
“What are you going to walk back to the city?” I shout at her, closer than I would care to be to her face.
“If I have too.”
I can’t help but laugh to myself as I let go of her wrists, shaking my head, and start to backtrack. “Good job, Ro,” I’m so furious that I’m now shouting to myself. As I walk backwards, staring at her. “You tried to do your good deed for your life. You tried to save this bitch’s life but that was a waste of your time because she’s too goddamn stubborn to listen to you.” I look at her now making sure she is listening. I take the helmet off of the seat and throw it at her before I start again. “Fuck you.” Flipping her off and kicking over the seat quickly. As I place the helmet on my head, I make sure to turn and look at her. “You’ll probably last longer out here than back in the city, anyway. Have a nice life. Whatever amount of it is left that is.” Cranking the bike and peeling out. Except that peeling out in dirt just causes a dirt cloud to form.
Fuck trying to save an ungrateful bitch’s life.
Chapter Twelve
SADIE
I’m an asshole, I know it.
I stare at the taillight as Ro drives off in the distance.
