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"A bit much?"
"I mean, if you're looking for me to say I'm sorry, you're going to be waiting a while."
She snickers and turns back to her mirror to finish her makeup. "You are one ruthless bitch, you know that?"
"It's a skill that took years to master."
AFTER SPENDING THE WHOLEafternoon with Kennedy, skipping my classes like my education isn't important at all, I finally decide to go back to my dorm. As I creak the door open slowly, I look around and sigh in relief when I notice Beverly is nowhere to be seen.
Thank God.
I'm sure she already has a lecture and a half prepared for me, and she's probably going to try dragging me to her Bible study to beg for forgiveness. The thing is, I'm really not in the mood for that shit today. Not after last night took a turn I wasn't expecting.
I knew I was slipping when it came to Carter, especially after the time we spent together at the asylum. However, no part of me thought that I would end up sleeping with him. I've spent years not letting anyone touch me like that. Not since my father thought it was okay to take what didn't belong to him. The only time I tried, I ended up having a panic attack and scared the ever-loving shit out of the guy before he even got his hand in my pants.
With Carter though, it's like everything's different. I wanted him all over me. To cover every last inch of unwanted touch with his own. There wasn't a single part of me last night that wanted him to stop, and even though it helped knowing that he would have stopped if I wanted him to, I knew I was never going to take him up on that.
How am I supposed to hate him now? The only thing I'll be able to focus on any time I see him is the magic he can create with his tongue, and the way it felt to have him thrusting into me, filling the air with his filthy promises.
I'm so fucked.
I roll over and open my nightstand drawer, thinking I put the diary away before I grabbed my roommate's keys in my impulsive outrage, but when I look inside, it's not there.
What the fuck?
Jolting upright, I look around the room, in case I left it on the floor or something, but it's not there. It's nowhere to be seen. That diary is the one connection I have left to Davi, and I can't find it. Panic starts to set in as I realize it may be lost.
Did I bring it with me in the car?
Is it sitting in a tow yard somewhere with the hunks of metal I turned both cars into last night?
No. I wasn't that drunk. The only thing I had when I walked out the door were Beverly's keys and my student ID shoved in my back pocket from earlier in the day.
The door opens, and the only person with access to that diary comes into the room.
"Where is it?" I demand.
She gives me a dirty look. "Where's what?"
"The diary. I had it last night but now it's gone." I march over to her and cage her against the wall, getting in her face. "Tell me where the fuck it is!"
Turning her head away from me, she pushes me back. "Get off me, you psychopath. Why would I do anything to help you? You stole my car and then totaled it!"
"You told me I should be glad my best friend is dead."
"No, I said if someone who was supposed to be my best friend said that shit about me, I'd be glad. However you chose to take that is on you."
I roll my eyes, not in the mood for her stupid technicalities. "I'm sorry I crashed your car. Happy? Now can you please give me back the diary?"
She shrugs and walks over to her bed. "I don't have it."
"Bullshit. Don't make me tear this room apart."
Spinning around, she throws her hands in the air. "Go ahead! You won't find it here. Maybe you should ask your boyfriend where it is."
My boyfriend? "I don't have a—"
Carter.
