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“It’s not the same assface!” I argue.
“Shhh, your voice is grating on my nerves. Let’s just go back to sleep. It took a lot of energy to take care of your drunk ass,” he jokes, and I smack him on the chest for being a little shit.
“Well, nobody asked you to go out there, remember? I was perfectly fine out there with my new friend, and you ruined that,” I say dryly.
I do remember meeting Adley and talking to her definitely made me feel a little better and somehow a little lighter too. I just hope she’s living here now because I’ve never seen her in Ravenwood before. I also hope I run into her again since it was so easy talking to her. I have a feeling that we have a lot in common—more than what we talked about.
“Somebody has to take care of you since you’re doing a shit job of it,” he mumbles, and I go to smack him again. He grabs my hand and places a kiss on the palm, before moving to place a kiss on my bandaged forearm as well. “I really do miss you, Win. I hate myself for not doing anything as I watched the light in your eyes constantly dim, as the days went by. You nearly killed me when I found you in that bathroom…” his body lets out an involuntary shiver at his own words as he trails off. I let out a hollow laugh.
“Well, she’s never coming back. I think she actually did die. There’s been too much pain and hurt for her to ever be the same girl again and you helped kill her.” I can’t help but throw that jab at him and I feel his body stiffen for a second. He knows what I’m saying is true because of all the shit he helped his brother do to me.
“I don’t know if I’ve ever said it but I’m so sorry for any part I had in hurting you,” he whispers in a choked-up voice. I don’t realize that tears are streaming down my face until he lifts his hand and wipes the tears away.
“Your apology is too little too late. I don’t even know why I’m humoring you right now, but your apology isn’t going to lessen all the hurt and pain I can never seem to shake,” I say shakily.
“I know, babe,” he responds just as quietly.
“Wow,” I say with a half-laugh, half-cry. “I definitely wasn’t expecting to have a heart-to-heart with you at all this morning.” I sniffle, and he pulls me in closer for a hug. I decide to hang out with him for a while longer before I need to go back to the reality where all the words he just said are lies. If push came to shove, he’d have his brother’s back in a heartbeat, forgetting about all the bullshit he just said to me.
“I’m surprised your brother hasn’t killed us yet,” I murmur.
“He went out somewhere last night and never came home,” he says, cluing me in on what Mason’s up to. I shouldn’t feel the twinge of heartache currently spreading through me, but I do. How can I still love someone so cruel and unforgiving?
I do however remember Adley’s advice to act like I don’t care about him anymore and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’m fucking tired of being the only one who gets hurt. No matter how difficult it might be, I need to take back control of my life.
“It doesn’t matter anymore. He was probably out with his stupid slutty girlfriend,” I say in a sigh.
“Life will eventually get better. It has to,” he tells me.
“Ha. What a joke! You’ve seen all the shit that keeps happening to me. When will it end? Obviously, some of it is my fault but the rest…” I say, trailing off, not knowing what else to say, but I don’t have to say anything else because he already knows what I’m referring to. He places a kiss on my forehead while he tightens his arms around me in a bear hug.
Not going to lie, as much as I might still hate him, this hug feels good right now. It’s been such a long time since someone has given me a hug.
“I’ll find a way to help you get past all this shit starting with—” I don’t get to hear the rest of what he was about to say. We both turn our heads to the angry voice coming from Grayson’s doorway.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Mason yells, looking at the both of us. There’s no mistaking the way his nostrils flare at the sight of Grayson and I this close. I mean, obviously we used to be close before, but we haven’t been for a while after everything went down. I can see how he might get the wrong impression right now.
“I’m hanging out with my girl,” Grayson says, and I gasp. What the hell? This idiot is really trying to get us killed it seems.
“Umm, none of your business,” I say and Mason’s eyes snap to mine. His eyes are filled with anger, and they hit me full force. “I should just go…” I mumble before making a move to get up.
It’s the wrong move because Mason sees that I’m just wearing my bra and panties and nothing else. Before I can even make it off the bed, Grayson grabs me around the waist, pulls me up to him, and places a hand on my face, landing a kiss right on my lips.
“Seriously? You’re in bed with my brother? My fucking brother? Is there no end to your whorish ways?” he sneers. Even though Gray and I weren’t doing anything wrong, Mason’s words still cut deep. Because I’m fucking done with him, I decide to goad him a bit. He has no right to tell me what to do or who to spend my time with, and it’s time he fucking knows it.
“What do you care? We’re not together anymore so you have no say over who I fuck,” I snap.
“That’s my girl!” Grayson says like his life isn’t a second away from ending.
“Not now, Grayson!” both Mason and I yell at the same time. Grayson puts both his hands in the air in a surrendering motion. I use this moment to stand up and move away from Grayson’s bed.
“That’s not what you were saying when you were coming on my cock yesterday, or when you were crying your fucking crocodile tears about how much you love me like a fucking pathetic bitch who can’t take a fucking hint that no one wants her!” he snaps with venom in his voice.
“You’re a real fucking prick! You know that?” I yell at him.
“And you’re nothing but a whore who can’t keep her fucking legs closed! When will you stop being such an embarrassment? Your father would be so ashamed of you!” he yells at me.
I stagger back a step at the force of his words. They shatter me—that’s the only way I can describe the feeling right now. He could have stabbed me in the heart, and it would have hurt less than him bringing my father into this.
