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"Maybe so, but you don't need to go fucking with him. You knew this was going to happen. You promised to protect her."
"Fuck you, Rexford. Fuck you."
I take a step, ready to push past, but the pair of them overpower me and my back slams into the wall behind me, the force of the hit knocking all the air from my lungs.
"Mia will be fine. She's stronger than you think." Channing stands toe to toe with me, his forearm pressing lightly against my neck, ready to show me exactly how strong he really is.
"I know, I just…"
"Leave it," Channing growls. "You need to leave it. You go down there all guns blazing then you're playing right into his hand. That is what he wants."
"But—"
"But fucking nothing, Bexley. You need to let it go."
"But—"
He growls, pressing harder against my neck, and I relent.
He's right, and I fucking hate it.
"Mia is okay. He didn't hurt her."
"She's fucking broken."
"Bex," he sighs. "You need to get it together. Their Coglio is right around the corner. You need to figure out a way to let this happen."
I stare into his eyes as he silently begs me to find a way to get through this.
"We'll find a way to make this right, but it's not going to be fast. Things need to happen first."
I nod at him, remembering our conversation about whatever kind of deal he's struck up with Q that might just allow him to be with Sasha one day, and I know that I've got to trust him.
He's not on Cade's side. He's on mine.
He's on Mia's.
"O-okay," I concede, nodding my head slightly.
"Go get fucked up or something," he suggests before releasing me and taking a step back. "Sasha will look after her, you don't need to worry."
"Easier said than done," I mutter, turning back toward my bedroom.
Every inch of my body screams at me to walk toward Sasha's room, but something tells me that Cade is watching my every move right now, just waiting for me to fuck up.
I don't look back to see if anyone is following me, but I'm not surprised when Alex catches my door as I try to swing it closed. "Make yourself useful and grab whatever it was you'd taken the other night. I fucking need out of this hell."
"Bex, you can't—"
"Get it, Alex. I don't give a fuck about the past or what I should and shouldn't be doing right now." I may never have fully confessed to Alex about the sins of my past, he does know the basics about why I've stayed away from drugs since I moved to Gravestone.
Old habits die hard, and I'm always just one bad decision away from becoming that person once more.
When he returns, I don't even bother asking what they are before I throw the pills back, chase them down with the bottle of vodka he also helpfully brought me, and fall down onto my bed, ready to leave my nightmare behind for a few hours.
"We need to talk," I say, dropping into the chair beside Mia in class the next day.
I once again waited for her to arrive so I could follow in after. Thankfully, her arrival was much less dramatic than yesterday, and she managed to get inside without signing anyone's death certificate.
