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"She learned her lesson, didn't she?" she quips.
Fuck. "You don't mean that."
"Don't tell me what I mean." She steps on the ledge, and I feel like I might actually vomit.
"Tye, get down from there." I move to come closer, but she puts a hand up, stopping me.
Any sudden movement can make her fall. I've watched the video of Davi's death enough times to know that. So, I freeze where I stand and hold my hands up.
"Please. Just get off the ledge."
She snickers, staring at me with fire in her eyes. "What's wrong, Carter? Are you afraid I'm going to fall? Splatter on the pavement like Davi did?"
I swallow down the lump in my throat and when I look at the book in her hands again, I realize exactly where I've seen it before. It's Davianna's diary. I don't know what's written in there, but if there's any indication of the truth, I wouldn't be surprised if Tye came up here with full intentions to jump.
Tears fill my eyes as I realize this is what Jace must have felt like, watching the girl he was in love with dancing with danger. How he ever managed to make it through that is not something I'll ever understand. Because I swear to God, if Tye falls right now, I'm going over with her.
"Please," I repeat.
She stops and stares at me for a second, and by the grace of God, she gets down. Walking toward me, she shoves the empty vodka bottle against my chest.
"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere." She pushes past me and toward the door. "I still have your life to ruin."
Once she's safely back inside, I collapse, emptying the contents of my stomach all over the roof. The relief that floods through me is overwhelming, but nothing compares to the fear that still flows through my veins.
What am I going to do?
I'M SITTING ON MYcouch with my head in my hands when Jace and Zayn come in. Before they got here, it was completely silent, and I kind of preferred it that way. After that stint with Tye, I wasn't able to go to my classes, instead choosing to get Wyatt to forge a doctor's note to get me out of it. I mean, it's not every day that you almost relive the most traumatizing experience of your life.
Jace stops as he notices the state I'm in. "I guess you've heard."
I pick my head up. "Heard what?"
Zayn chuckles and Jace smacks him in the chest, but they're both still sporting a smile. Jace sits on the arm of the couch and tosses me his phone.
"Tye sent a picture of you from the other day to everyone on campus."
My brows furrow as I look down and see it. Me, handcuffed to the bed, with words in red lipstick all over my body. Still, it's the least of my worries.
"That's great." I pass him his phone back.
Jace's jaw drops. "That's great? That's all you have to say?"
"What do you want me to say? It's already out there."
He throws his hands in the air and stands up. "I don't know. Maybe give a shit? Even an ounce? I mean first your car, and now this? Why aren't you fucking pissed?"
"Because I'm scared!" I scream, finally breaking. "She's spiraling out of control and she won't let me fucking help her! She can do whatever she wants to me, but I won't stand for her hurting herself. Believe me, the only reason I'm not fucking livid is because I'm too busy being terrified for her."
Jace looks at Zayn, and the two of them sigh. It's not surprising to either of them, because I had these same feelings when Jace was a walking train wreck. To live my life in constant fear that something is going to happen to someone else—it's draining. And Tye is worse because she's a million times more unstable than Jace was.
Zayn comes around and sits next to me, taking out his phone. "I think it's time you call someone who has a little more expertise in her kind of crazy."
"What do you mean?"
He scrolls to a contact and hands it to me. The name Knox Vaughn sits at the top of the screen. I throw my head back and groan.
"They're practically the same person," he tells me. "I don't know how I didn't see it from the start."
