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“Okay.” I breathed out a heavy sigh and wandered over to the sectional, plopping down an inch or two away from her. “And what exactly is it that you think happened?”
“You were the only person who had motive to hurt him, Samara. You and one other person. Isaac. You went to him and ratted Brian out. Didn’t you?”
I shook my head. “No, Sky, I didn’t—”
“Don’t fucking lie to me, Samara!” She jumped to her feet, her chest heaving and both fists curled back like she was seriously tempted to punch me. “You were theonlyperson I showed those photos to. You were even going to leave the dorm and do only God knows what to him if it weren’t for me stopping you. Brian up and suddenly goingmissingisn’t just some simple fucking accident.Youplayed a part in this. I know you did. So, stop fucking lying to me and just tell me the truth!”
“You want the truth?” I asked, getting right in her face, making her veer back a few frightened steps. “I didn’t kill him, Sky. A Ravager did.”
Sky sucked in a shattered sob and covered her mouth, tears pouring down her cheeks.
“On the night he went missing—at least I think it was the same night—I did sneak out to pay Brian a not so kindly visit, but I never made it there. A Ravager caught me, and no, it wasn’t Isaac. He threatened to deliver me to his brothers for a three-way interrogation if I didn’t fess up to what I was doing, so I told him everything. What happened after that, I honestly don’t know. I wasn’t there.”
“Who was it? Was it Rhett? Phantom?”
I shook my head at her.
“TELL ME!”
“It doesn’t matter who did it. Brian’s gone, Sky, and there’s nothing we can—”
My words were cast out of me as Sky’s hand met my face in a brutalslap, knocking my head sideways. I blinked, frozen, utterly stunned that she of all people actually had the fucking balls to hit me.
“This is all your fucking fault!” she screamed as she strayed back towards her side of the dorm, her cries like a knife to the gut. “Everything wasfineuntil you got here! I fuckinghateyou. You’re a horrible fucking friend, and I hope you rot in Hell for the rest of your enteral afterlife, you deceptive, backstabbing BITCH!”
And then she was gone, slamming the door hard enough to split the wood.
Twenty-Five
Phantom
“It’sso…bright!” Rhett chuckled deeply and shook his head. “There’s so many colors!”
“How much of that shit did you take?”
I watched from the bed as he continued to sit in my computer chair, gazing fondly up at the ceiling, blitzed out of his fucking mind. Isaac was beside me, literally dancing on his heels as he rushed to load the last of the drugs into the duffel.
Since we were bringing in new product from an outside source, it was our responsibility to sample the shit before selling it off to our peers. We had to make sure the drugs were legit and there weren’t any lethal side effects. I didn’t fuck with blow or pills, so Isaac tested the coke and Rhett chose the pills.
The weed was spec-fucking-tacular. Greatest high I ever experienced in my life. Isaac said the blow gave him a huge boost of adrenaline and speed, and, you guessed it, made him hornier than a whore in church. And given Rhett’s reaction to the pills, it appeared as if Hail’s drug supply was exactly what we needed. We were guaranteed to make bank off this shit.
Cha-ching.
“Two pills,” Rhett responded after a moment,ooo-ingandahh-inglike a child walking into a candy store for the first time.
“Two?” Isaac reiterated. “Are you fucking stupid? There’s no telling what that shit could be laced with.”
“Who cares?” Rhett retorted with a dismissive wrist flick. “Are we done yet? I’m ready to party.”
I sighed and got to my feet to help Isaac. “Yeah, you can go. We’ll be right behind you.”
“This may be a good thing,” Isaac whispered to me when Rhett was gone. “Who knows. If he’s feelingthatgood, then maybe he’ll finally get laid and get all that pent up aggression out. Hell, it might not be a bad idea for you to do the same.” He paused, then smirked at me for a moment. “When’s the last time you got laid, anyway?”
“None of your fucking business,” was my brisk response. “You can take the duffel and go.”
“You’re fucking Cindy, aren’t you?” he asked as I swiped my phone off the desk, facing him with a death glare.
“Cindy’s gay, Isaac. But if it’s that fucking important to you, it’s been almost two months since I got any.”
