If she needed me, then I had to stay.But if her littleflingwas coming home soon, then I’d probably be forced to leave.I didn’t want any part in watching them suck face or do something worse to each other.
Diya closed the door behind me, and I flopped onto the bed, sighing through my nose.After grabbing a pillow to hold it over her belly, she sat beside me and leaned against the headboard.
“Sorry for being weird earlier.I’m just really tired,” she said.
“It’s okay,” I said.“You’ve got every right to be.”
She offered me a weak smile.“Thanks for coming.”
“You didn’t say much on the phone.”
Diya looked down at the pillow.“There wasn’t much to say.I just …”
I brushed my fingers across her knee.“You know I’m here for you.”
We sat in silence for a few moments, but it wasn’t the comforting kind.No, Diya definitely had something she needed to tell me, but she was waiting.For some reason.
Downstairs, I heard the front door open, then close, the boys gone.
“What’s wrong?”I asked.
Diya didn’t meet my gaze.“How’d you do it?”
“How’d I do what?”
She finally lifted her head and looked me right in my eyes.“How’d you go behind my back and fuck my brother without any guilt?”
CHAPTEREIGHTY-TWO
ASTRID
“What?”I asked, opening and closing my mouth a handful of times in an attempt to form words, but … how … was she … who told her?How’d she find out?I sat up on the bed and swallowed hard.“What do you mean?”
She didn’t flinch.“I know you’re fucking my brother.”
“I don’t know?—”
“Stop it!”she shouted.“Stop with the lying!”
My eyes widened slightly, and I stood up slowly.“Diya … I …”
“Don’t try to smooth this all over.You’re supposed to be my best friend, and you’re fucking my goddamn brother when I’m dealing with all this shit with the baby, the rumors, people fucking hating me.Andyou’refucking my brother.”
Mouth drying, I shook my head at her.“It’s … I … how’d you find out?”
I didn’t know why that was the question that had come out of my mouth when I could’ve apologized, but she was putting all this blame on me.I hadn’t told her to go out and get pregnant, to have to deal with the rumors, to fuckherstepdad.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”she snarled.“No apology?Nothing?”
“No,” I said, crossing my arms.“I’m not going to apologize.”
“You’re fucking my brother when I’m dealing with all this shit!”
“Well, it’s not my fault that you had to suck off your stepdad whenever you had the chance!It’s not my fault that you’re pregnant and dealing with all this shit!Why the fuck are you blaming that on me?!”
Tears formed in her eyes, and I immediately wanted to take it all back.
I hadn’t meant to make her feel bad.It wasn’t her fault that people were dickheads.But still … that didn’t give her a reason to blame me for it.I had been supporting her this entire time and even taken the heat of it so she wouldn’t worry too much.
