I chuckled. “There’s nothing to forgive. I should ask that question. Do you guys forgive me for abandoning you when I was going through a difficult time because I didn’t want you to see how trash my life is compared to yours?”
“Oh, Ainsley. We would never judge you. And you didn’t do anything wrong so there’s nothing to forgive.” Jade leaned over the counter to give me a hug. “Right, girls?”
“Yes. What she said,” they chorused, and for a second, everywhere was silent until Laura burst into laughter and we had no choice but to follow.
“If it makes you feel better, we crashed Blake’s house after everyone left that night,” Katy said as the laughter died.
“Yeah. We destroyed his study, removed all the books from the shelves. We broke every single bottle of expensive wine in his house, destroyed his T.V and emptied his freezer, soaked all the pillows in the bedrooms, poured drinks on the wall—”
“We wrote things. With markers of different colours. You’ve got to see his living room that night.”
“And I think”—Jade laughed—“Katy peed in his dispenser.”
I covered my mouth in horror. “What the...girls.” I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry.What have I done to deserve them?“I can’t imagine the anger on his face after seeing them.”
“Oh, that was if he could walk.” Laura rolled her eyes.
The others agreed with a nod.
“What happened? What do you mean he can’t walk?”
Laura leaned in. “Theon, the guy I said you should totally fuck, happened.”
My heart skipped five beats at the sound of his name, either because I was still freaked out of my mind for what he did, or...well, the other option was obvious.
I glanced briefly at the clock as I shifted in my seat. “What did he do?”
“He beat him to death.”
I shot up.
“Laura!” Jade and Katy pushed her, almost off her stool for what she said.
“Don’t listen to her. Blake isn’t dead,” Katy said reassuringly as I sat down slowly, my soul crawling back to me.
The phone on the counter buzzed. Laura and Jade who were bickering stopped to stare at me as I stared at my phone.
It was a message from him, I just knew. He was watching us.
Sliding the phone to myself, I unlocked it.
The previous message read:
Theon:Not me. I’ll look into it.
The recent one was:
Theon:So what if I killed him? You make me want to do it.
I inhaled shakily, telling myself it wasn’t a big deal. It really wasn’t. Erasing someone from this world was a totally normal thing—wait what? Norma—
“Are you okay? Who was that? You’re red.”
I forced a tight smile. “Nothing. It’s just some psycho. Go on. What happened?”
Katy began to talk, but the buzzing of my phone interrupted her again.
Theon:This psycho has different ways to make you sorry for saying that. Won’t even matter if you’re sore. This time, you won’t be able to get out of bed because of how many times I’ll make you come on my cock.
