Page 59 of All My Broken Pieces

Me

Yes. No. Uggggh, Hudson is getting

his freak on and I just can’t listen to

it anymore *crying emoji*

Bestie *double pink heart emoji*

HAHAHAHA go Hudson!

Bestie *double pink heart emoji*

Wanna come over?

Me

Already on my way *hiding

behind hands emoji*

Bestie *double pink heart emoji*

See you soon! *kissy face emoji*

A small smile pulls at my lips as I tuck my phone away. Bringing my frozen hands to my face, I blow on my fingers in an attempt to stave off the bone chilling cold. My mind wanders to my missing other half.

Why did you have to do it?

A familiar sorrow fills me as I’m reminded once again of my part in her arrest. When I found out Scarlett had pressed charges, I went ballistic.

Slamming the door open, I storm into my parents’ house. Because, of course she’d be here, the perfect little suck up cunt.

Voices filter down the hall, signaling my destination.

Stomping down the carpeted hallway, I round the corner and freeze, my eyes traveling over the group of ladies all sitting in a circle. My gaze lands on the books clutched in their hands.

Fuck.

Squaring my shoulders, I ball my hands into fists and will my anger to carry me past the fear clawing at my soul.

“Fallon.” My mom calls, surprise filling her tone. “I wasn’t expecting you.” Glancing around at the other women in the room, a wide smile breaks out on her face. “Are you here to join us for bible study?” My chest tightens at the excitement in her voice.

Shaking my head, I move my gaze to Scarlett, my eyes narrowing at her. “No.” I respond to my mom. Taking a step forward, I raise a hand and point a finger at Scarlett as I snarl, “What the fuck did you do?”

Gasps fill the room at my question, no doubt the self-proclaimed pious women losing their shit at my curse.

“Language, young lady.” My mom snaps.

I ignore her, taking another step toward Scarlett. My fury must be evident in my face as she cowers back at my approach, moving to gently cradle her bandaged nose. My lip pulls back in a sneer.

I wish Arriana had done worse than break her stupid nose.

I’m shocked at the thought, but I can’t ignore the truth in it. This woman, my sister, just stole away the most important person in the world from me.

“You took her from me.” I enunciate each word, closing the distance between us until I’m towering over her.

Scarlett’s eyes are wide with fear, but she pushes past it, glaring at me and pointing at her nose. “She broke my nose. Sheassaultedme.” Quiet murmuring sounds around us, and my heartbeat thunders as I clench and unclench my fists in an attempt to fight against the anxiety clawing up my throat. “Besides,” Scarlett sneers, pushing upright as she sees my resolve falter. “I did it for you, sis.”

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