Page 110 of Unfix Me

“I thought you’d tell me to stick it out and get my degree.”

Rolling my eyes, I brought my feet up on the couch. “It doesn’t matter. You can still go to college if you want and I’m pretty sure employers don’t really give a shit as long as you at least have your GED. Just do what you think is best for you.”

“I don’t know where I’ll go. Dad already acts like I’m a bother there.”

“Fuck your dad.”

She breathed a laugh before she turned her bright blue eyes on me. “Can I come to Seattle?”

“Of course. Me and West have already talked about it. We just need some time to figure it out.”

“Cool.”

Her demeanor was noticeably lighter when she relaxed into my side again. I perched my chin on her head and thought about what it would take. Me and West would have to get an apartment so that she could move in with us. Technically, I wasn’t allowed to work more than a certain number of hours because of my scholarship, but I’d already been circumventing that. West would have to work too, which he’d hate, but for his sister, he’d do anything.

Would Sen want to be part of it? The idea made my stomach flutter nervously. I doubted his dad would be on board but screw him. He didn’t need to know where Sen was living and for all intents and purposes, we’d be roommates, just like all those lovers that historians dug up.Just roommates.

It was probably too soon to ask, but I was still considering it. If you’re gonna take risks, take them when you’re young. I was willing to risk everything.

The front door slammed open, making me and Willow jump. She shrieked and raced toward West. He picked her up around the waist while she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Hey, fuckface,” he said. “Did you get uglier?”

“Your eyes are obviously faulty. Plus, have you seen your face right now?”

Ignoring their dumb antics, I came up beside them. “What’s going on? You’re supposed to be on a plane.” I saw a purple bruise around his eye and cheekbone, making me frown. “What the hell happened?”

“I wanted to get here earlier.”

“Did you get in a fight?”

“Don’t worry about it right now.”

“Did you Uber from the airport? You could’ve called me.”

He winked and kicked off his sneakers. I had no idea what to make of that.

“Have you checked Instagram?” he asked.

“No. I’ve sort of had a morning from hell.”

His eyes softened. “Bad day for him?”

I nodded. “He was doing good yesterday. He probably needs to rest today.”

“He’ll just have to wait to see my pretty face. Meanwhile, I’m gonna raid your fridge, then take a shower. It’s been three days.”

“Three days? What the hell, West?”

He shrugged. “Check your phone.”

Huffing, I pulled up the app and checked my notifications. It looked normal at first, then I noticed that I was tagged in a post that was getting a lot of interactions. My stomach nearly fell out of my asshole when I saw it.

No, no, no. Did someone out Sen? There was a picture of us on my bed. He was smiling while I shark chomped his neck. But… he took that picture.

I looked at the caption and realized he’d posted it. For a second, it felt like I couldn’t breathe.

My knees felt weak and I almost returned to the couch, but there were two more pictures on the post. I scrolled to the next, which was him and West in a car eating giant beef jerky sticks. Was that my car?

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