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“What the fuck did you just call me?” he hissed in my face.
I pulled at his fingers, trying to peel them from my arm. He was hurting me, his nails digging into my skin. “Let me go,” I demanded.
He didn’t budge, and I didn’t think it was possible, but his smile grew even wider.
“I like it when they fight back,” he said, running his nose up the side of my cheek.
“Joke,” Skull barked from the door.
The joker turned his way, taking his eyes off me.
“Hands off, man,” he said.
The joker released me and held his palms in the air. Once he let me go, I dropped next to my father’s broken urn and scattered ashes. Tears I didn’t even realize I was crying dripped down my cheeks, and I swiped at them with the back of my hand. It was then Erik showed up at my bedroom door, the mountain behind him with a death grip on his arm.
“Shit,” he muttered. “Fuck, Ev, I didn’t think they would do this.”
I ignored his words, trying with all that I was to collect my father’s remains. I didn’t even notice when the Skull lowered beside me and reached out with tattooed fingers for the giant bag of white pills lying next to my father’s broken urn.
Erik had hidden drugs in Dad’s urn.
The realization made my chest burn with panic as the black climbed from within me and threatened to push me over the edge. I blinked at my twin, seeing someone else entirely.
“How could you?” I screeched, my voice breaking and cracking with my words.
“I’m so sorry,” Erik muttered just before the big guy brought his fist down on the back of his head and knocked him out.
He fell in a heap onto the floor just outside my bedroom, but I couldn’t find it in myself to run to him and help. I was too far gone. The panic had my body shaking, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was curled up in the corner until it passed.
The skull reached up and softly touched my chin, and I jerked away with a hiss.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, low enough that the others didn’t hear him.
I looked up into his eyes and shook my head, letting him know I didn’t accept his apology. He nodded, understanding me without a word. Then he stood, and he and the guys who invaded our house cleared out just as quickly as they had come.
7 Aiken
“I’M SORRY.”
They were words I had never uttered in my life. Mostly because I never felt remorse for anything. In my experience, people were poison and deserved what they got, but this girl—the one with the doe eyes and the quivering bottom lip, she had exploded.
We had disrespected a person she loved, and I understood it was fucked-up. I couldn’t imagine what I would do if I had been in the same situation. Not that I had much love for many people.
For the first time in my life, I felt like total shit. Her face when she told us it was her father’s ashes on Joker’s boots. Her crushed expression when she fell to her knees in absolute shock of what we had done. I hated that it happened that way, but more than anything, I was pissed that her brother dared to put a bag of Molly in his father’s fucking urn.
What kind of sick piece of shit?
I split from the guys on the way back to the city and drove the outskirts. By the time I pulled into the driveway, it was after eleven o’clock. The house was full, the music thumping so loudly it shook the windshield of the car parked closest to the front door.
Once inside, I blended in with the crowd until Joker spotted me. He called me over to the table in the back where the guys were playing cards.
“Yo, tell these assholes about how I kick-stomped some fuckers ashes.”
He was drunk, his voice slurring. I had known Joker for a long time, and his lack of remorse was still baffling to me. Even I would feel like shit if I stomped on someone’s remains. Then again, I had a bit more heart than the crazy fucker of our group.
Joker had no couth about him. He was obnoxious and wild, willing to do any and everything. Drugs were his weakness, and women couldn’t drop their panties fast enough for him. It was a bad mix of things, and I knew one day he was going to fuck himself up.
I shook my head and walked away from the card table and toward my room. The day had been long, and I wasn’t feeling the party. If anything, I wanted to shower the day away and climb into my bed like an old fuck.
