Page 113 of Pack Scratch Fever
“This is fixable!” Maddox snarls. “We won’t let her suffer, or you, for that matter.”
Blair shakes her head. “You already have,” she murmurs. “If you really care about her, respect her wishes and leave her alone.”
“We can’t do that,” I snap.
“Then you never really cared about her, did you?” Blair sighs, while Piper whimpers.
The sound makes my chest ache, but I can’t comfort her.
I’m the reason for that pain.
“Hey,” the bartender calls to me. “You leave them alone, or I’m kicking you the fuck out.”
Blair shoots him a look of gratitude before leading Piper out of the bar, leaving my packmates and me rejected and alone.
Leaving me with the knowledge that I’ve ruined our pack beyond repair.
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PIPER
I manageto stumble into the passenger seat of Blair’s car with her help. The alcohol races through my blood, making me angrier and bolder than I expected.
Everything I said to them, I meant.
Every. Single. Word.
“Well, that went great,” Blair mumbles. “It looks like Travis is going to kick them out.”
“I like him,” I slur. “He’s cute for you.”
Blair shakes her head. “Nuh-uh,” she says. “None of that. We’re getting you home, and you’re sleeping this off. Then we’re going to figure out where to go from there.”
She drives me home in silence, and I zone out, listening to the dull purr of her car’s engine.
“I can’t believe he did that,” I whisper after a few minutes.
“I know.”
“We can’t afford it, Blair.”
“I know.”
“I really liked them.”
My best friend sighs. “Iknow, Piper. I’m sorry. You really did seem happy with them.”
Bitter tears prick at my eyes. “My mom and dad made it worse.”
I managed to tell Blair about their plan to sue me for my inheritance after Chet dropped off the new lease agreement. Her suggestion was I could use a drink.
She meantonedrink, not four shots and three drinks.
“They’re not good people,” Blair agrees softly. “And I’m so sorry this all happened in one day. It’s a lot to deal with at once.”
“It affects you too,” I hiccup. “What are we going to do? What about Mister Whiskers? Al-Alvin…”
I burst into sobs.
