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“I hate the both of you.”
I even manage to catch his response.
“That doesn’t matter. You’re ours now.”
30
JADE
hell is a teenage girl - Nessa Barrett
I groan when I twist in bed. I know I’m not in Ethan’s because it doesn’t smell like him. And I know I’m alone because no one is touching me. Elliot can’t keep his hands off me when he sleeps next to me.
My pussy aches in such a good way I hate myself for it.
I lie on my back, staring at the ceiling as I recall everything Elliot admitted yesterday.
Ethan broke up with me because his brother told him to. He chose the Kings over me. He tells me he’s still in love with me after sacrificing me for his own good.
And Elliot tells me he cares when he’s done nothing but manipulate me and the people around us to have me.
I can hardly take a breath without wanting to dissolve into tears. It looks like the sun is barely rising. I must not have slept more than a few hours.
I don’t know what to do with myself, but I know I don’t want to go into the living room. There are probably still people sleeping on the floor and furniture from last night’s party.
But worst of all, Ethan and Elliot are in there, kicking everyone out. I can hear it from here.
I don’t want to see them right now. I need time to process. I’ve spent the last weeks seeing them all day, every day. I need a minute without the pressure they both put on me.
Getting up with a sigh, I start looking for Elliot’s cigarettes. He never smokes, but he used to keep a pack for me in here. Seeing how obsessed he is, I’m sure he still has one.
Looking under the bed, I see a duffle bag where he probably keeps money and weapons, but something else catches my eyes.
A box.
That’s where I find my cigarettes. But that’s not it. It has my favorite apple lollipops, and apple bubble gum too. I sit on the floor and empty the box.
Hair pins. A photograph of me and him. A note I had slid in his locker once.
Thank you for kicking Sean’s ass. I know Ethan won’t say it, so I wanted to thank you myself.
There’s a small heart drawn in blue ink below the words, and I rub my thumb against it.
Sean used to be one of Ethan’s bullies, and Elliot kicked his ass once for slamming his brother’s head against the lockers.
A week later, Sean spat on my lunch in the cafeteria. Ethan didn’t say anything, just stared at him. The next day, he disappeared. His body was never found.
Funny how everyone who disrespected you disappeared, don’t you think?
So, one brother killed people for me.
And the other calculated the way he would get me for himself to a T.
How…reassuring.
I huff to myself, hating the way I feel my heart beating faster, my chest growing warm.
You hate them.
