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melia forgot her phone.”
My heart stops beating in my chest as Easton picks the pink phone up off the counter.
“You two text?”
“E—” I try, but it's too late. He's already swiped it open.
His grip tightens around the phone so much the case cracks. I stand up to try to have better leverage, but I know there's nothing I can do.
I'm really fucking fucked.
With impeccable timing, as usual, Amelia prances through the front door. “Ugh. I think I left my phone.”
She steps into the kitchen and stops short when she sees the scene in front of her. Easton has her phone in a damn vice grip, and I'm fully ready to defend myself. My eyes meet Amelia's, and there it is. That same look that gives her away every single time. The same look that Delaney gives Knox every time he so much as glances her direction. And this time, Easton's front and fucking center for it.
“You've got to be fucking kidding me!” he roars, slamming the phone onto the counter and crossing the room faster than I thought was possible. “My fucking sister?”
“E, let me explain,” I beg.
“Explain what?” He grabs my shirt and slams me up against the wall, ignoring Amelia screaming at him to stop. “Explain how you two make jokes about fucking across the hall from me?”
He slams his fist right into the side of my face, and my jaw tenses from the pain.
“How long have you been screwing her behind my back, huh? You think since she lives here she may as well be your fucking live-in booty call?”
Amelia pulls at Easton to try to get him off me, but no part of me intends on fighting back. Not right now. Not when I'm the one in the wrong.
He releases my shirt and takes a step back, shaking Amelia off him.
“I fucking trusted you,” he growls.
“It's not like that.” I fix my shirt and rub my aching jaw. “I was going to tell you.”
He scoffs. “When? After you got her pregnant? Or did you just plan on letting me walk in on you two banging on the goddamn couch?”
“Easton!” Amelia chastises.
Looking back at his sister and then at me, he shakes his head. “Fuck all this.”
He storms out of the room until the sound of the front door slamming closed echoes throughout the house. Amelia rushes over to me and puts her hand on my face, mumbling a million apologies, but the only thing I can think of is that I may have lost one of my best friends.
GOING TO CLASS TODAY is probably the most pointless thing I could do, but the campus requires attendance. So, I go and pretend to pay attention while doing nothing except thinking of ways I can make Easton hear me out.
A part of me wonders what he's doing right now. His track record shows he doesn't do well under intense emotions. While I'm trying not to think he's immediately running to buy some drugs, the thought does cross my mind. When it's starting to drive me crazy, I pull out my phone.
Zayn: You can hate me. I deserve it. But please tell me you're safe and not thinking about doing what you used to when faced with a situation you didn't like.
Three dots appear and disappear four times. I stare at my phone with bated breath as I wait for his answer. When it finally comes through, I sigh in relief.
Easton: I'm with Kennedy. Fuck off.
It's not exactly the best response, but it's better than what it could have been. He may never forgive me for this. Hell, I may go home to find all his stuff moved out of the house—or worse, all my stuff out on the lawn. But as long as he's safe and healthy, I can breathe.
THE HOUSE IS EMPTY when I get home from my last class. Amelia has one more lecture, giving me a couple hours before I'll go pick her up, and Easton is probably avoiding this place like the plague. It could be worse, I guess. He could have lit my shit on fire or done something just as extreme.
All day I've been trying to figure out how I can fix this. Granted, he probably thinks that she's just some fun in the sack to me. That couldn't be further from the truth. When Easton mentioned Kennedy telling him she loves him earlier, the first thing I thought about was Amelia and how she looks in the moonlight. However, I was not about to admit that for the first time when he was about to rip my head right off my neck.
Maybe I should give it a few days. He can't stay this angry forever, right? And if I know Amelia, she's having Kennedy talk to him about it and trying to calm him down. Hopefully she will be able to get through to him.
