Page 62 of Wolf

As if my week couldn’t get any worse, the following day when I meet Rachel to walk home, I find Darcy pacing in the lot.

She rushes forward as soon as she sees me and with a groan, I grab my sister’s arm and say, “Go straight home.”

She glances beyond me at her and frowns before tugging away. “What?”

“Rae, please—“

“What did you tell the fucking sheriff, Lilli?” Darcy barks.

A couple of students eye us warily while Rachel sucks in a breath. When Rachel shifts behind me, I whisper, “I didn’t have a choice.”

With a snarl, Darcy gets right in my face and Rachel’s mouth parts in an ‘O’ as I shudder and say, “Please, I—“

“You stupid cunt! Do you know what you did?”

Her eyes blaze at me until Rachel slams her hand on her hip and sneers, “Back off.”

Shit. What is she doing? I go to touch her arm, but Darcy’s laugh makes me pause. Her lips curl into a moue of distaste as she looks me up and down before shaking her head. “Fuck this. I’m not going down for this shit. You wanna play, I’ll play.”

What the heck does that mean?

She glances at Rachel who’s glaring at her, and I widen my eyes in warning but she’s not looking at me. I know she’s stubborn but apparently, she has no self-preservation—a deadly combination.

“I hope you like jail, bitch,” she sneers. “Because we’re about to be cellmates. Oh, and better grease between those thighs because you and me, we’re gonna be the good ol’ sheriff’s fuck toys until he gets through with us.”

Oh my god. Is she saying what I think she’s saying?

She spins and stalks off before I can comment, and I watch her go with my heart in my throat. Is the sheriff going to arrest me? When?

What will my parents do? Who cares? If Darcy is right, I’m going to be behind bars and at the mercy of the damn sheriff.

This is so not good.

After she peels from the lot, I grab Rachel’s arm. “Let’s go.”

“What are you going to do?” she asks.

Sighing, I stare at the cracks in the sidewalk and mumble, “I don’t know.”

“Why is she so mad?”

Rubbing my forehead, I mutter, “Because the sheriff arrested her and her mom to get to me.”

That has to be why he did it. It’s not like he cared about Mrs. McCray’s actions before he saw me in that car. What I don’tunderstand but hope I’m wrong about is what the sheriff did to Darcy while she was incarcerated.

The thought burns my chest, and I shake my head. Now what?

“What about your friend? Can you ask him?” Rachel asks.

When she cocks her head, I meet her concerned stare before saying weakly, “How? I don’t have his number and the last time I went looking I got beat up by some chickandMama.”

She snorts at that, and I shove her with my shoulder as she says, softly, “Maybe you should just go.”

“I haven't saved up enough money.”

“Mama has a stash,” she says, and I gape at her.

“How do you know?”

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