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Not the men I loved.
“I guess we should just be lucky that it wasn’t your cousin, huh?” It was Sara’s turn to talk, but she didn’t look at me when speaking. Her eyes were locked on Amelia.
“If little Rosie here doesn’t leave then I’m worried it may be my cousin next time. She has a tendency to kill the men who get close to her. So, Rose, tell me. When are you going to leave? It’s the best option for you so that you can keep everyone safe.”
I shook my head. “I’m not going anywhere, Amelia.”
“Fuck! You sound like a goddamn broken record, you know that? All last yearI’m not going to leaveand now you murder someone and stand here like you deserve any kindness from anyone at Taylor Prep! Well, you know what, Rose? You want to know the one thing that you could do that you really deserve?”
Her eyes glittered as she leaned forward. Kelly and Sara were hanging on her every word, their mouths slightly parted as they watched her.
Even though I didn’t want to know what she thought I should do, I found that I was waiting. I needed to hear her plan for me, even though I knew that it would be twisted.
“You should kill yourself.” Amelia’s voice was quiet as she breathed the words, and at first, I wasn’t sure that I heard her correctly.
“What?” The word was out of my mouth before I could stop it, but Amelia heard me, and she grinned.
“Yeah, you heard me, Rose. You’re a killing machine. Everyone who gets close to you and loves you dies, so why not just kill yourself and stop it? I don’t want you to be the reason my dear cousin ends up dead, you know. I will stop you before you kill him, too.”
“I’m not a killing machine.” My voice sounded far away to me and I began to feel a bit lightheaded, but I focused hard on Amelia’s face. If I passed out now, then there was no telling what she would do to me.
“Sure, you are. You killed your dear old dad. Then you killed Brett. I just hope to God that it’s Kaleb next, and not Jackie. Maybe the cops will finally notice that you’re a damn black widow, Rose, and lock you up. Or you could leave.”
“What?” Even though I heard her and knew exactly what she wanted, I couldn’t help the word leaving my mouth. “You want me to leave?”
“It’s all we’ve ever wanted, Rose.” Sara finally looked at me. Hate poured out of her, so thick that I could almost feel it in the air between the two of us. I knew that she hated me after I ruined her chances of a dance scholarship. “All we’ve ever wanted was for you to leave before you made things worse.”
“Leave Taylor Prep. It’s the best chance that you have of not killing anyone else, Rose. Because I swear to you, no matter who you think is going to protect you, if you hurt my cousin, I will destroy you.”
Tears stung the corners of my eyes, but I fought them back. “That’s what it’s going to take to get you to care about someone else? Thinking that your cousin is in danger? Because let me tell you something, Amelia. I would never hurt any of my rogues. Never! And that includes your cousin. He may be related to you, but he’s mine, and I’ll do everything I can to take care of him.
Kelly scoffed. “Like you took care of Brett? Because you did a fucking great job of that, murderer. Just tell me, how are you choosing what order to kill people in? The size of their dicks? How good they are in bed?”
A low growl escaped my mouth and even Amelia looked surprised. She tilted her head to look at me and then chuckled.
“Listen, Rose, let me give you a piece of advice. You thought that last year was bad? That was when we thought that your daddy dying was an accident, but now you’ve killed one of our own. You should leave. You should kill yourself. Whatever. But if you stay here, mark my words, you whore, I will personally make your life a living hell.”
“Fuck. You.”
She laughed, a tinkling sound that was so high it hurt my ears. “You wish, you slut.” Before I could say anything else to any of them, they turned and walked back through the double doors. I heard the bell for classes ring, but I couldn’t imagine going to Spanish.
What was the point?
If the harpies were right, then I deserved to die after what I did to Brett.
Even if I thought that I deserved to live, there was no reason for me to stay here. Everything that I fought so hard for last year seemed to be slipping through my fingers.
I felt myself sinking down to the ground, and this time, I didn’t even fight it. What was the point? Everyone here thought that I’d killed Brett.
Everyone here thought that the accident had happened in a different way than it really had.
That didn’t make any sense, but I didn’t think that I had any way to try to change people’s minds.
If only I could make them see that we were hit from behind, that I didn’t have anything to do with planning his death, hell—that I thought he was still alive—then maybe it would all stop.
And if it didn’t stop?
If the harpies didn’t back off?
