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“I don’t give a shit what you get up to.” I snort and down the beer just as we hear footsteps. Meredith appears, looking around in disgust like it’s her first time up here.
“Ah, Blair, there you are,” she snaps and clicks her fingers at me like I’m some kind of fucking lap dog or servant. To her I probably am. She ignores the boys completely, as if she doesn’t acknowledge them then they aren’t real.
Typical Meredith.
I feel Bray moving around me and staring at my ass, but I ignore him. I do, however, catch Asher checking me out too, and I stand taller. The look in Meredith’s eyes is mean, and I know whatever she’s going to say is bad. I wait for the blow, but when it comes, I don’t flinch.
“I should have known you would be with men,” she sneers.
“Hello, Mother Dearest, crawled from the bowels of hell—I mean digging for gold to come and see me, how lovely.” I cheers her with the bottle.
“Enough,” she scoffs, throwing her hair over her shoulder. “I heard from a friend you have been... stripping. That will stop right this second. I have a reputation to uphold, and we both know you can’t afford to attract the wrong kind of attention again.” I jolt at that as anger flows through me, but I don’t reply. “Good. Glad we understand each other.”
Stepping closer, ignoring the guys, I let my voice cover the silence. “Who told you I was dancing?” I demand.
She runs her eyes across me. “A nice police officer. He was worried about you, said you were getting into trouble and wanted to check in.”
“Motherfucker,” I hiss. “I’m going to kill that dick sucker.” Sighing, I walk to the kitchen and grab another beer, and then on my way past, I get into her face. “It’s dancing, not stripping, but even if I wanted to become a sex worker or stripper or just a whore and fuck this entire city, I would still be a better person than you, and nothing you say will stop me.”
“This is my house. My rules!” she yells.
“Not your house, bitch,” I snarl. “You might have sucked dick to get here, but we both know he’ll throw you out soon enough, and I won’t be around for you to blame it on this time. Now how about you go back to sitting around and looking pretty and leave me to earn my money in peace.”
I turn to leave and her hand darts out, gripping my arm in a hold hard enough to bruise. I look down at it and then back at her face. The guys are staring between us, and embarrassment burns through me, even though I should be used to this by now.
She likes to make a scene, and I know she did it on purpose. She came up here to put me in my place, to make me seem like a horrible child that she was concerned about in case they tell their father.
The cunt.
“Remember your place. You are lucky I didn’t leave you on the streets like trash after what you put me and those people’s parents through.” She narrows her eyes then, her voice lashing me. “You’ve ruined enough lives, you won’t ruin any more.” She pushes me away and sashays down the stairs.
I glare after her, my heart hammering. I’m so angry I could kill her. Downing the beer, I storm away, ignoring their curious gazes. I hear their whispers as I reach my room. I stand with my back to the door, breathing heavily, as memories crowd my head. Gripping it, I slide down the door and shove them away. I won’t allow those horrors to affect me. I can’t, or I’ll crumble. That’s why I have walls, after all.
Fuck them.
Fuck her.
Fuck this stupid city.
But most of all, fuck the man who ruined my life.
