Page 99 of Kings of Westbrook High

He smiles at me, wrapping her tiny little body in an old, dirty sheet. “This is for the best, Callie. It’s barely breathing. It won’t survive anyway.”

“You don’t know that!” I scream some more, ignoring the slicing pain in my wrists while I pull on the handcuffs. “Please, don't take her from me. I promise I won't tell anyone. I'll do anything you want. Please, just let me keep her.”

“Fuck, punk, come on, wake up.”

He shakes his head at me like I’m having a tantrum over nothing, turning around with my baby girl in his arms.

“What are you doing with her?!”

“Don’t worry. It won’t feel a thing. I’ll make it quick.”

“No!” I scream, fighting like hell to try to get to her. “I swear to god I’ll kill you for this, you sick son of a bitch!”

He tips his head back and laughs at me, walking out the door. “You can try.”

No, no, no, no, no.

“Dad!”

“Callie!”

My eyes fly open and I breathe hard, pulling my brows in when I find all three Kingston brothers hovering over me. The twins kneel either side of me to pin my wrists back and Damon kneels between my parted legs, pinning my waist to his bed.

“Did you just fucking slap me?”

He nods, looking a little white, and it’s only now I notice the scratch marks all over his face, neck and chest.

Did I do that?

Did they hear..?

Oh, fuck.

Bile rises in my throat and I dry heave, sitting up to lean over the edge of the bed. Wren quickly grabs the trash can from the floor to hold it beneath me and I puke, squeezing Kai’s hand while Damon holds my hair back for me.

“Shit.” Kai hisses, squeezing me back. “What happened?”

“I don’t fuckin’ know, man.” Damon whispers, rubbing my back. “One minute she was fast asleep and the next she was screaming.”

“Maybe she’s pregnant gone psycho.”

Damon’s brows raise at that and he looks at me, his question clear.

“I'm not pregnant, you idiot.” I rasp, grabbing my shorts from the floor to wipe my mouth. “I've been on the pill since I was thirteen.”

Shit.

I snap my mouth shut just as quick, wondering why the fuck I just said that and wishing I could take it back.

“Thirteen?” He glares, eyeing me, and then it hits him and he pales some more, swallowing. “Callie..”

I watch his heart crack in two when he sees the crack in mine and I look away, leaning over to puke again. Thick tears fill my vision and I climb out from between them, taking my phone with me to lock myself in the bathroom.

“Fuck.” I choke out, leaning back against the wall to slide to the floor.

My chest shakes on a silent sob and I lift my phone to set my timer for ten minutes, then I set it down on the marble and bury my face in my hands.

And then I cry my heart out.

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