Page 63 of We Are Yours
“You asked him?”
“You didn’t?”
I heaved a shoulder. “We don’t talk about that stuff.”
“And why is that?”
Feeling defensive, I snarked, “You’re a persistent little thing, aren’t you?”
With a smug expression, she responded, “Takes one to know one.”
I scoffed out a chuckle. “You’re going to have to work on your insults.”
“I—”
“No.” I stopped her. “It’s my turn to ask you.” Unable to resist, I interrogated, “Are you in trouble?”
“I don’t think so.”
I reworded my question. “The night we met. Were you in trouble?”
Not faltering, she stated, “I don’t know.”
“You’re talking in circles.”
“I’m just being honest because I don’t know.”
Her sharp tone informed me she wasn’t lying.
“Alright then, what were you running from?”
“No,” she interjected. “It’s my turn now.” Arching an eyebrow, she followed up with, “What happened between you and Justin that he baited you?”
“Is that what he was doing?”
“He was definitely trying to hurt you. Why?”
Feeling generous, I gave her what she sought. “Word around the street is that my dad fucked his mom.” With that, I stood, not wanting to see the pity in her eyes.
“Oh,” she breathed out. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know your parents were divorced.”
“They’re not.” I made my way into the kitchen.
“Oh…”
After grabbing a water out of the fridge, I turned to face her while leaning against it. Her head was bowed, looking remorseful.
“My turn.” I went straight to it. “Are the cops looking for you, Isla?”
Meeting my stare, she once again repeated, “I don’t know.”
My gaze went wide. I fucking knew it. She was right, it does take one to know one.
“What did you do?”
She opened her mouth but quickly shut it.
Needing her to trust me and feeling like I was on the verge of cracking her shell, I told her the truth of what she wanted to ask but was too afraid to.
