She ignored Theodore. Dean’s best friend was a tool ninety percent of the time.
She jogged up the steps and knocked on the bathroom door. When no one answered, she cracked it open.
Empty.
She opened the next door—a spare bedroom. Again, it was empty.
Maybe no one was up here. She knocked and opened the third door, not waiting for a response.
Curses sounded, and the rustle of sheets. Then she saw them.
Her jaw dropped—because there, in the bed, were Dean and Maisie.
Maisie tugged the sheet over her body while Dean gaped, mouth so far open it was almost comical. “Bonnie.”
Interesting. She didn’t feel upset or disappointed. She didn’t even want to cry.
Anger, though? Yeah, she definitely felt that.
Dean grabbed his briefs and pulled them on before stepping toward her. “I can explain.”
“Don’t. I’m leaving. Maisie, I’m sure you can give him a ride home.” She closed the door and jogged down the stairs. Every step made the rage inside her ripple and burn.
Her boyfriend and her best friend.
Her freaking boyfriend and best damn friend!
She’d trusted them. Both of them. There were so few people in the world she trusted, but them? She’d told them everything. About her lack of ambition. Her feelings of not fitting into her family.
Dean called to her from the top of the stairs, but she ignored him and stormed outside. A few people stood on the grass. One drinking, a couple smoking, another person throwing up in the bushes.
All she wanted was to get away. To go where, she wasn’t sure.
She was halfway across the lawn when rough fingers wrapped around her arm and swung her around. “Bonnie. Stop! I didn’t mean to.”
Her brows shot up. “Really? You didn’t mean to put your dick in my best friend? Whatdidyou mean to do?”
“Jesus, keep your voice down!”
“Why? Because you don’t want everyone knowing you’re a cheating piece of shit?”
Maisie stepped outside, cell to her ear.
Dean tugged Bonnie closer and growled between gritted teeth, “I said, keep your damn voice down.”
“No.” She shoved his chest hard and walked away.
“You’re a fucking mouse, you know that? Weak. Passive. Worthless. What did you expect me to do? Put up with your shit forever?”
She kept walking, angry tears falling down her cheeks.
“Bonnie.”
Her arm was grabbed again, this time softer.
“Bonnie. Wake up.”
Her eyes swung open and she shot up, chest heaving.
