Page 4 of Worse Than Wicked
DukeOfBeavertown: I kno dad thot u were his sweet little girl so he never had the talk w u but in case you don’t know about the birds n the bees…
UnsweetDolce: v funny
DukeOfBeavertown: ig u discovered a lil thing called birth control then. Can’t believe u made it a whole yr w-o making another bby. Must b some kind of record.
UnsweetDolce: on 2ndthot, glad ur not coming home
DukeOfBeavertown: r royal n them there?
UnsweetDolce: just got here yesterday. U left yet?
DukeOfBeavertown: 2mro
DukeOfBeavertown: Olive ok?
I sit there, my heart hammering, feeling like such an NPC for being worried what Crystal will think. But she doesn’t hate me like Harper does. She’s the one I talk to the most, the only person I really talk to besides Baron and Mabel.
UnsweetDolce: yeah she’s funny. I can c y u liked her sm
DukeOfBeavertown: wdym
UnsweetDolce: she told some kid at school she knows santa isn’t real bc he never gives her what she wants. The kid told her that’s bc she wasn’t good. Olive punched her in the nose lol
DukeOfBeavertown: hell yeah gd 4 her
UnsweetDolce: Royal told her u cant ask Santa 4 ppl bc they have free will, n she said free stuff is lame, good stuff costs a lot like a Bugatti lmfao
DukeOfBeavertown: she has a point
UnsweetDolce: yeah she said u cant even get a car for free if its broke down and not running. Now Harper’s trying to explain the concept of free will to her
DukeOfBeavertown: lmk how it goes
UnsweetDolce: I will. I wish u were coming home i miss u
DukeOfBeavertown: me too kid
UnsweetDolce: bruhhh I’m ur big sister
DukeOfBeavertown: gg but tell her I said sloths r still cuter
UnsweetDolce: ???
DukeOfBeavertown: she’ll know
UnsweetDolce: kk drive safe 2m
I throw my phone off the bed and roll over, pressing my face into the pillow. I didn’t have to go. I have no one here to talk to. I just couldn’t bear it another minute, thinking about them there, picturing them all together in the living room with the fireplace and the gigantic tree, sitting on the couches and the thick rugs, casual and comfortable and cozy, laughing at Olive’s antics and being a family. I want that.
“Mabel!” I yell. I have to call a few more times before she appears in the doorway.
She hovers there, watching me warily, her gaze moving from my dick standing up to my face and back. “Why are you hiding in here?”
“Why haven’t you gotten pregnant yet?” I ask. “It’s been six months.”
“Maybe because I need to finish school first?”
“Are you on birth control?” I demand, sitting up.
