Page 110 of Destroying Everleigh

Please be boring old missionary sex. Hell, please be a two-pump chump, or even a minute man.

Kash and Jameson were in the parking lot across from the locker rooms, passing a cigarette back and forth while they waited on Ashton. I avoided eye-contact, opting to pretend they didn’t exist, and shoved through the two double doors leadinginto the women’s locker room. It was completely empty by now from what I could tell.

I made my way to my locker and grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder. I was about to head out when the slapping of skin echoed through the quiet room, followed by sexual whimpers belonging to a woman. My eyebrows dipped in confusion, and I crept along the wall, headed toward the direction of the showers.

The moans started to get louder, followed by grunts. The hair on the nape of my neck stood on end. I felt like a total creeper doing this. I just wanted to see who it was and then I’d leave them to it. I wasn’t immune to gossip myself, if I was being transparent.

I poked my head around the corner of the white wall, blocking the couple from view. My throat instantly went dry aside from the bile burning the back of it. My fingers twitched at my sides as dread coursed through me.

Briley was completely naked, bent over the white counter where we washed our hands and refilled our water bottles from time to time. The wall-length mirror showed me every facial expression she made while my boyfriend fucked her from behind. The squelching sound of her wet pussy reverberated throughout the room, making unease coil within my stomach.

She threw her head back with parted lips, moaning loudly as he gripped her hips and slammed into her repeatedly. It took a moment for her eyes to focus, but when she caught my reflection in the mirror, she paled and tensed up.

“What’s wrong?” Lucas asked, not deterred by her sudden disinterest in their fuck session. Typical.

It took him a bit longer, but when he saw me in the reflection, he cursed and pulled out of her immediately, whirling around to face me. On instinct, my gaze dropped to his dick that wasdripping with my sister’s arousal and my face scrunched up in disgust.

I wasn’t even that mad about his part in it. Only that he fucked my own sister, and that she let him. Betrayal punctured through my body as I took in the girl I didn’t even recognize anymore. This was way worse than her simply going after my ex. Me and Lucas were still dating, and as far as she was concerned, we were madly in love.

Lucas dropped his hand to his crotch and took a step toward me. “Everleigh, babe. I can explain.”

Tears stung my eyes as I glanced over at my sister—at the girl who was supposed to love me unconditionally and have my back no matter what. “How could you?” I asked in disbelief.

Briley was in the process of tugging on her clothes before she even bothered replying. Once she was fully dressed, she opened her mouth to speak, but I was fucking over it. There was nothing she could say that would fix this. I turned my back and stalked out of the locker room, my chest aching for a multitude of different reasons.

Ashton, Jameson, and Kash were standing near their vehicles all laughing about something, but I paid them no mind.

I hadn’t made it three steps out of the building before Briley ran out after me. “Everleigh, wait,” she called out, clearly not realizing we had an audience.

I closed my eyes for a moment, sucking in a sharp breath before turning to face her. “What the fuck were you thinking?” I demanded in a low voice, trying to keep my tone low.

My body was vibrating with rage. I knew she was mad at me, but I never expected her to do something like this out of spite. I could feel the barriers in my body shutting down, bombarding me with everything I’ve been keeping buried all this time. It was the nail in the fucking coffin.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered in a low voice, glancing behind me. She winced upon realizing that we weren’t alone.

I scoffed. “You’re sorry?” I repeated. “That doesn’t cut it. Not this time.” I took a step toward her, closing the distance between us. “I’ve done so fucking much for you, Briley. I fucking loved you. Even though we were fighting, I still loved you. How could you do this to me?Why?”

It took me a moment to realize I was crying and that my voice had gotten louder, but I was past caring. Fuck her, fuck Lucas, and fuckthem. I was done getting walked all over and blindsided.

“I don’t have a valid reason,” she admitted, dropping her gaze to the ground.

I clenched my jaw. It might have been a little bit better if she told me it was out of revenge for what happened with Ashton, but apparently that wasn’t even the case. “How long?” I snapped.

She shot me a quizzical look. “How long what?”

I took another step forward, trying to calm myself before I did something reckless, but I already knew what was going to happen once she said the wrong thing. “How long has this been going on?” I demanded through gritted teeth.

She blew out a breath, bringing her gaze to mine once more. “For a few months,” she mumbled.

My lips parted in shock. That meant that they’d been hooking up over the summer and maybe even the end of the last school year.

“You haven’t been spending all this time with Angie, have you?”

She bit her lip, a tear trickling down her cheek. “No.”

A humorless laugh escaped me, the sound manic and unhinged to my own ears. Something snapped inside me, releasing waves upon waves of anger, pain, and sadness. The emotions all morphed into one, driving me forward. Before Ieven knew what was happening, my vision blurred with red and my fist connected with something hard—probably her face, but I didn’t even feel it. I swung again and again until she was beneath me and my legs were straddling her. I couldn’t stop. Her pleas didn’t even register in my mind. Nothing did. My breathing came out harsh and ragged, but I kept swinging. It was like my soul had left my body, watching the train wreck from the outside. I kept telling myself I should stop, but I couldn’t make the move to do so.

Strong arms wrapped around me, cradling me against their chest. I tensed, thinking it was Lucas for a moment. It wasn’t until he spoke incoherently to one of his friends that I realized it was Jameson. His hand stroked my hair in a soothing gesture as he barked out orders. I was just thankful that there were no cameras over here.

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