Page 19 of The Unravelings

The how of the situation still sits heavily on my mind. How did he find me out? The shitty records—fucking Dave—or was my disguise not as good as I thought?

Damn it. I need backup. In the grumpy form.

He’ll be so thrilled to hear from me.

Olivia: Can you get me a new identity and a flight to Jamaica?

Carter: Weird as fuck question. No, hi, how are you? I’m good, btw, bored as fuck too.

I roll my eyes. Why is he always so bored? You’d think having a house full of people would keep him entertained. Not to mention running his company.

Oli: Yeah, hi, how are you? Now… Can you make me disappear?

Carter: It’s rude as fuck how much you underestimate me. I’m Carter Fucking Cunningham. I can make you disappear… Permanently, if you want.

Oli: Comforting to know you can make me disappear. And permanently? No thanks. Been there. Done that. Don’t recommend…

Carter: Just thought I’d throw that out there…

Maybe that’s the solution to all my damn problems. I need to flee. Fuck Veritas. Fuck this investigation.

I want to be free. Free of my responsibilities under Jonathan and the organization.

But what is the cost of this freedom?

Carter: Tell me why exactly I’m looking at flights to Jamaica for a chick named Noel? I’m bored as fuck, remember? Entertain me…

I sigh, staring down at the screen. Noel. That’s not a bad name at all. I could live with that. It reminds me of Christmas and celebrating with my mom and Sophia, with a small tree in the corner of the living room. A few presents under the tree. Lights twinkling in the darkened room as ornaments hung.

Oli: My life is not your TV screen, fucker. Don’t you have 3 other dudes to torture daily? What about Kaycee? Go bug her.

Carter: Kaycee keeps me very fucking entertained. But she’s in class…and I can’t convince her to skip. And as for those other fuckers? I have my goddamn fun.

Oli: Ew. I shouldn’t have asked. She’s like my sister…

Carter: I could give you all the dirty fucking details, but then you’d get your goddamn wish of dying. For real.

I sigh, rubbing my tired eyes. The coffee isn’t touching the drowsy feeling prickling at all my limbs and begging for bed. That’s all I truly want. My bed in the bunker, under the massive comforter. My pillows. And my vibrators, too. Nothing says stress relief like a damn orgasm to forget my worries. Like that one time in the bathroom with Malic. He really fucked all the worries out of me. But no. He has bad ideas written all over him. I can’t go there again.

Oli: Soooo I was…found out…one of them recognized me somehow. And I can’t leave.

Carter: Was it that asshole from the bar? Malic? I’ve been keeping my eyes on that fucker. He’s boring, btw. Nothing on his phone. At least this one. Found any other devices to keep me busy?

I have two options. Keep my lips sealed on what my case is or spill my guts to Carter despite his low clearance with Veritas.

I choose violence.

Oli: No…no other devices. I haven’t looked yet…

Oli: Would you believe me if I said I’m investigating my 3 ex-boyfriends? Who…happened to have orchestrated my death…

I roll my eyes toward the ceiling, mentally begging Jordy to hurry his ass up to keep me company. I need my best friend to immediately agree with this bullshit order to go back to Greenwood University.

Carter: **Popcorn gif** Well…my life may be fucking boring, but yours is a goddamn soap opera. So…the ex-boyfriends, huh? You’re on the multiple-dick brigade, too? Fucking fascinating…

Oli: JFC! Carter. Ugh. Fuck off. I’m leaving this conversation now. I don’t want to talk about dicks with you. Like…EVER!

Carter: This ain’t a fucking airport… **bye gif**