Page 63 of Wicked Nasty

I lower my voice to a menacing growl and speak into her ear. "I don't give a fuck, Rebecca. I don't care if you found Katya or goddamn Jesus. You are nothing to me." I pull back slightly, keeping my grip on her throat firm. "What I do care about is the fact that you walked out on everybody who cares about you! Jim, Liz, and even my mother. Do you know how worried she was?"

Becca stumbles over her words, trying to justify her actions. "I... I just thought..."

"You didn't think," I cut her off sharply. "You ran off on some whim, all for your own selfish desires." The disgust in my voice is palpable.

She shakes her head, desperation evident in her eyes. "But Liz and Jim bought me the plane ticket. They knew."

"So my mother can just be tossed away? Your friends were just pawns in your game? Like my family?" I demand, my grip tightening.

Becca's gaze softens, and she whispers, her eyes looking up to meet mine. "And what about you?"

The vulnerability in her tone catches me off guard and for a moment, I feel a twinge of guilt for my harsh words.

But then I remember all the pain and worry she has caused, and my anger reignites.

"What about me?" I snap, releasing her throat with a shove. "You didn't give a fuck about me when you left."

Becca's sigh is like a gust of wind, filled with regret and exhaustion. I step back, feeling the weight of her words hanging between us.

"I figured as much," she says hesitantly. "Look, I did a lot of thinking while I was gone. There are some... situations that popped up."

My blood boils at her nonchalance. A deep anger rises from within my dark soul.

"Good for you," I snap, my voice laced with bitterness and hurt. "Save your thinking for somebody else. Because me? I don't fucking care anymore. I hate you and you hate me. Get the fuck out of my face, Becca. Get the fuck out of my room. Get the fuck out of my life."

With a violent pull, I yank open my door and storm down the steps, not wanting to see another second of her lying face.

My mother rushes past me, exclaiming over Becca's return as she envelops her in a hug.

"Oh, my gosh! Delilah! She's back!"

I feel sick to my stomach as I watch them embrace. Becca smiling warmly and holding onto my mom like she didn't just tear our family apart. Without a word, I storm out of the house and get into my car, speeding down the driveway without looking back.

I can't be near Becca right now. Just the thought of her makes my anger boil over again. The betrayal is too fresh, too raw.

I end up at the same goddamn truck stop, parking behind a row of massive trucks. Switching off the engine, I finally let myself feel all the emotions coursing through me.

It's all too much to handle - losing Daisy, watching my family fall apart, and falling for Becca against all odds. And then seeing her come back and rip us apart once again.

I don't know what to do or how to deal with any of it. All I know is that I've fallen for Becca, and denying it any longer is no longer an option.

Chapter seventeen

Rebecca

That's So True

Nothingfeelsright.

It's as if I am a butterfly with its wings cruelly plucked off, unable to fly and lost in the chaos.

My chest is heavy, burdened by an empty heart and a soul that feels shattered into pieces.

The sound of the teacher's voice drones on and on, filling the room with a sense of suffocation.

Every breath feels like a struggle, each one more labored than the last.

Nothing feels right. The world is upside down and I am just trying to hold on until it rights itself again.

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