Page 19 of Never His Girl

“There were kids bullying her on social media after … after the um … incident,” I say quietly, hating that we even need to have this conversation.

“It’s fine,” Scar cuts in. “It wasn’t the same group.”

In my gut, I know this is a lie. Maybe she’s protecting them because she fears it’ll only make things worse. Honestly, she’s probably right about that.

I swear. Life seriously sucks.

Carpenter grabs a sheet from his drawer and jots something down.

“I’ll need to hear from your parents on this,” he concludes.

“But I’m eighteen. Isn’t it good enough that I showed up?”

He eyes me, shaking his head. “Not unless you’re a legal guardian.”

I fall silent and he glances up with suspicion heavy in his eyes. “Will it be a problem getting in touch with your parents? Perhaps I should send someone to your residence to check on you girls.”

He’s so good at pretending to care. What he really means is that he’ll send CPS to our front door to tear me and my sister apart.

“No, sir,” I rush to say. “That won’t be necessary. I’ll have my mom call tomorrow morning.”

Translation:I’llcall in the morning.

A lingering look settles on me, then he writes something else on the sheet of paper before sealing it inside an envelope and handing it over.

“I’ll excuse Scarlett from the rest of her classes today, but she’s expected to return in the morning. Also, this needs to be signed by one of your folks, in addition to that call I’ll be expecting first thing tomorrow, Ms. Riley.”

I nod. “Of course. I’ll let Mom know.”

The next second, I have Scar’s arm, urging her to stand from her seat before Carpenter can say more. We stop at her locker briefly to grab her coat, which reminds me that, in my haste to get here, I left mine at school.

We leave in a hurry and trudge across the lot toward my car. I don’t slow my steps until we get there, but it’s at that moment that reality comes rushing in. Like so many other things, I can’t see past this being my fault. Falling for West’s shit has not only turnedmylife into a living hell; it’s also affecting my sister.

Standing beside my car in the freezing cold, I can’t even bring myself to open the door. Instead, I lean against it, doubled over, trying to catch my breath. I feel broken in places I didn’t even know existed, beaten down from the inside out.

Beside me, Scarlett is motionless and quiet, but then her hand lands on my back and it’s the closest thing I have to comfort. Kid’s consolingmewhenshe’sthe one who had the bad day. Then again, when I consider being named number one on the Pink List, and dealing with West’s shit, I suppose we’re sharing that title this time around.

“This isn’t on you, Blue,” she finally speaks up. “Those kids were being stupid. I should’ve known better than to let them get to me.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Scar.”

“Maybe not. But neither did you,” she says. “Being with a guy doesn’t make a girl a slut. Especially not a guy she cares about.”

My eyes fall shut hearing those words, hearing that she knows the truth I hate myself for. Idocare for West. Or at least Idid.Before …

“We have to be careful,” I rush to say when a thought occurs to me. “What Carpenter said in there… he might not be bluffing. From here on out, we both have to stay on the straight and narrow. The last thing we need is Child Protective Services knocking at our door.”

My own words are hard to swallow. The part about being careful. That’s a tall order right now, considering the fire burning inside me. If I had it my way, so many would feel my wrath for what’s happened, but I have to try and contain it.

Too much is at stake.

More than usual.

What I don’t say to Scar is that I have real, tangible fear her principal will send someone to our home. It felt like more than a bluff. If that happens, they’ll see how we live, see the state of perpetual drunkenness our father is in, and realize our mother’s been M.I.A. for months now.

“I know,” Scar answers solemnly.

When she adds nothing else, asks no follow-up questions, it’s safe to say I’ve gotten through to her.

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