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Fuck this!
I don’t even wait for the timer, I get out and change before storming out to the parking lot ready to get the fuck out of here, until I can’t spot my car. I turn a full circle looking for it. It’s not fucking hard to miss, it’s a cherry red Maserati for fuck’s sake and I always park in the same spot–right in front of the doors! This can’t be happening, there is no fucking way someone had the balls to steal my fucking car in broad daylight!
Unless…
I pull my phone out of my pocket and immediately see a string of messages from Alexa and just know without a doubt it was her who stole my fucking car! My finger hovers over the message thread for a second before I grow some fucking balls and click on it.
“Mother fucking, bitch licking, pussy hairy cunt!” I spew out and cringe the moment I hear a gasp but don’t dare turn around. Alexa stole my fucking car alright and had the cahoonies to fucking send me pictures of the damage she has caused to it. The little bitch has taken a baseball bat to the headlights and bonnet of my beautiful MC20 Cielo Spyder, the cherry-red paint is ruined thanks to her keying the sides, all four tires have a knife sticking out of each of them. The last photo has a cold sweat breaking out on my brow. It’s a picture of a Zippo lighter next to a jerrycan. Before I can even think, I hit dial on her contact and wait with bated breath for her to answer.
“How can I help you, your royal worthlessness?” I grit my teeth at the smug tone of her voice and remind myself to remain calm or risk the little psycho burning my baby to a crisp.
“That’s a five hundred thousand dollar car that you are about to set fire to–”
“What do you meanabout to?”
My stomach sinks. “You already burnt it, didn’t you?”
“Yep.” The way she pops that‘p’like she is so fucking proud of herself grates on my fucking nerves. A slow smile spreads across my face when the sound of sirens can be heard in the background, her sharp intake of air tells me she is still at the scene of the crime.
“Well, now that you burnt your getaway car, how do you plan to evade the cops?”
“Fuck you,dickbag!” The line goes dead and for the first time in weeks laughter bursts out of me. I have no fucking idea why I’m hunched over laughing so fucking hard when my car is burnt out on the side of the road somewhere. But, knowing that Alexa is about to get busted and will receive a taste of her own medicine after all these weeks, has me puffing out my chest and smiling.
* * *
Standing at the counter in my kitchen I dig into my boiled chicken, asparagus and brown rice. I get my meals prepped and delivered every Sunday. I’m on a strict diet to stay in shape and I’ll admit since getting back to training and cutting down on all the carbs, I am starting to feel like my old self again, physically. I finish up and toss the container in the trash before heading into the living room. The silence of this penthouse haunts me. I’m not used to living alone and I hate to fucking admit it, but I miss my brothers. I just don’t know how to be around… them right now. I know shit is hard for all of us and everyone is dealing with the loss of…her. It’s March and I have mere months to get my shit together if I want to get drafted. Saint and Crue have both been training their asses off and I know without a doubt they will both be scouted but the question is, what happens if they don’t make the same team?
The shrill sound of my ringtone pierces the air and pulls me from my thoughts. I hit answer without checking the I.D.
“This is a collect call from the North Carolina police department from inmate–”The automated voice changes and I smirk at the sound of hers.“Alexa.” I can hear the loathing in her tone and know it must be killing her to have had to call me.“Will you accept the charges?”
“Yes.”
A second later her tone fills the silence. “I need you to bail me out.” I roll my lips over my teeth to keep from laughing, I don’t know what the hell it is about this girl but she is the only one who has been able to pull me from my sullen moods with her hateful messages. It’s crazy but talking to her every day has become something I have come to rely on, crave even.
“Now, why on God’s good green earth would I do that?”
A tiny growl fills the line and this time I can’t help the laugh that erupts from me, it feels so strange to laugh again.
“Look, I have a court date set and they already told me they tracked you down and asked if you wanted to press charges.”
“Is there a question in there?”
Again, she growls and I laugh at the frustration evident in her tone. “Can you bail me out or not? I know you didn't press charges or I would have been stuck here.”
I pretend to mull over her question and then let out a dramatic sigh. “You see, I would love to but I don’t have a car to come downtown because your crazy ass burnt it! Enjoy your night in the cells and a word of advice, my little vexed friend, don’t drop the soap.” I end the call and drop my phone on the sofa beside me smiling like a fool at the fact I finally got the upper hand over Alexa Sutton. Then guilt hits me, she’s in that cell right now because of what I did to her sister. If I wasn’t such a coward, that poor girl wouldn’t even be there.
Alexa
I slam the phone back in the cradle and stomp my foot like a petulant child. That motherfucker! I had hoped that his guilt would win him over and he’d drag his happy ass down here and bail me out! I turn eighteen in September, so I’m technically still a minor and the fact I didn’t have ID on me when the cops caught me running is the only reason my parents weren’t called. I lied and told the woman that allowed me to use the phone that I was calling my boyfriend. I almost gag at the thought of Corvin ever being anything to me. It was either call him or Jason. Dumb as it sounds, it was easier to call him than let my fucking ex know where the hell I am. The guy is hunting my ass down since I flushed his stash. I didn’t know at the time that all those pills weren’t his and may have cost him a couple of grand, so he wants me for payback.
“Back to your cell.” I groan and follow the woman back, no point bitching about it. I did the crime, now I guess I’ll have to do the time.
Fuck my life.
When the metal bars clang shut behind me, I flinch. It smells like piss and dirty balls in here. It’s not jail, so the cells here have both men and women in them. I’ve never been so grateful to be under eighteen in my life, my age is the only reason I’m in my own cell and not sharing with big Bertha beside me. That woman is double the size of my father and looks like she could crack my skull with her bare fucking hands! I lay down on the bench seat that is attached to the back wall and close my eyes. I have no one else to blame for my predicament but myself. I threw away my chance at CHU by following Corvin fucking Williams here to North Carolina. See, the thing is, I’m smart and was able to graduate early and start college. I scored a free-ride scholarship with housing and everything to CHU, but then that all changed, none of it meant anything when I lost my best friend, my sister.
I feel the first tear slide down the side of my face and scrunch my eyes tighter, trying to force them back. I hate this. I hate everything and everyone. I hate my parents for not blaming Corvin and allowing him to walk free, they didn’t even press charges and urged me to drop thisinsane conceptas they like to call it. I’m surprised they haven’t reported me missing yet. Mind you, they probably have no idea I’ve even left the state. No matter how good my grades were or the number of awards I would get at school, they still wouldn’t notice me. It was always about Cody and Keeley–our older sister who has graduated college and moved to Thailand with her fiancé. I was the kid that should never have won the race to my mother's egg, the unwanted child.
