Page 49 of Reckless at Westbrook High

Fuck, I miss my Mom.

She’d kick my ass for the mess I’ve made of my life if she could see me now, but I’d take that over this a million times over if I could.

That familiar ache in my chest quickly intensifies to unbearable so I roll myself a joint and light it up, ignoring the silent tears rolling over my face while I numb the pain the easiest way I know how.

There’s always another way, a better way, but I just punched it, so this’ll have to do.

Movement to my left catches my eye and I look that way, dropping my head just as quick when my brothers and Callie walk outside just to freeze where they stand.

Fuck.

Damon and Kai move to sit down either side of me and Callie crouches down in front of me, taking my face in her hands to pull my eyes up to hers.

“What are you doing?” she asks, carefully pulling the headphones from my ears.

“Smokin’ a joint.”

“Wren.”

I choke before I can stop it and she curses, lowering herself down onto my lap to straddle my thighs. She wraps her arms around my neck and I drop my head down on her shoulder, squeezing my eyes shut when the boys run their hands over my back to remind me they’re here. Damon sets the timer for ten minutes the way Mom used to do and Kai steals my hand, holding it between both of his while the three of them hold me together by a thread.

But then I fall apart.

The I don’t give a fuck wall I like to hide behind comes crashing down around me and I let it happen, crying my broken heart out until I’ve got nothing left to cry.

Fucking pathetic.

Ten minutes later, the sound of Damon’s timer pulls me back to reality and Callie lifts my head, gently wiping my face with the sleeves of her hoodie.

“Okay,” she clears her throat, squeezing my cheeks to pin my eyes with her glassy ones. “No more playin’. Now you’re gonna get your ass up, and remember who the fuck you are.”

I shake my head at that, laughing lightly because as much as I wish it were that simple, it’s not.

“I don’t know who I am, Callie.”

“You’re Wren motherfucking Kingston,” she says simply, stealing my joint to relight it. “And you can have any fuckin’ thing you want. What do you want, Wren?”

My brows dip and I pull my head back, looking between the three of them. I don’t say anything, but the evil little smirk on Callie’s face tells me I don’t need to. They know damn well what I want, and they’re telling me to take it.

But..

“What if he breaks me?”

She shrugs and burns the tip of my joint, not so discreetly bouncing her eyes from me to Damon and back again. “What if he doesn’t?”

He grins like a love sick moron and I chew my lip to hide mine, quickly kissing her cheek before I grab her waist and toss her over onto his lap.

Fuck it.

I pass Kai the key for Freya’s bedroom and move to leave, freezing when Damon snatches my wrist to stop me. I frown and look down at him, rolling my eyes at his dramatics when I realize what he’s thinking.

“I had two shots, brother. I’m fine.”

He scans my face and nods, releasing me. “Be careful.”

I nod back and walk down to the elevator, my heart fucking shaking at the thought of what I’m about to do.

I’m taking what’s mine, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can say or do to stop me.

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