Because her words just before I shot at the wall come back to me with aching precision.
You told them to do it!
I swerve violently, nearly hitting a truck before coming to a screeching standstill on the side of the road.
Then, as Piper screams, I unbuckle my seatbelt, launch myself out of the car, and throw up on the grass that borders the road.
I don’t stop until I’m dry heaving, my body hunched over the grass, the words beating into my head like a migraine.
You told them to do it. You told them to do it. You told them to do it!
Chapter 7
Quill
“I’m sorry, Quill. I’m sorry.”
A small cold hand shyly strokes my hair and my forehead as I lay wheezing on the ground, feet away from the pile of vomit that I’ve just hurled out of my system.
I slowly look up at Piper, her green-blue eyes watching me through her foggy lenses.
“I’m sorry,” she says again.
“Please stop.”
A real migraine is making the back of my eyeball ache, and my entire head throbs in rhythm to the words still beating against my brain.
You told them to do it. You told them to do it. You told them to do it.
I realize vaguely that I’m once again saying the exact opposite of what I should be.Please stop?What the hell is wrong with me?
I manage to open my eyes to see the hurt look in her eyes. Fuck. It would be so much easier if she were angry.
Then I get up and stumble back to the car, and she follows me inside.
“Are you okay to drive?” she breathes as I turn on the ignition.
I don’t bother to answer, focusing instead on the road, trying to take my mind off the pain that’s wrapping itself around my temples and crushing at my brain.
“I already told you they lied, didn’t I?” I say at last.
She nods sadly.
“So why are you bringing it up now?”
Wrong fucking thing to say.
She merely shrugs and looks away.
Of course she’s bringing it up. She spent three years believing the lie, and I didn’t exactly help matters by calling her a worthless whore at every opportunity.
Did you really think one sentence spoken right after you shot in her direction would be enough to convince her?
“Is that why you won’t let me kiss you?”
Fuck!
It feels like I’m finding the worst possible thing to say at every possible moment. Seriously, what the hell is fucking wrong with me?
