Page 105 of Reckless at Westbrook High

I open the closet filled with all Freya’s shit and search for a couple bobby pins, thankful Zane taught me how to pick a lock when I was twelve because he’s weird like that. I find what I’m looking for and move for the door to get it done, listening for movement on the other side while I pick the rubber ends off with my teeth.

I’ll probably get my ass handed to me for this, but anything’s better than sitting here going out of my mind while I wait for him to come back to me.

If he comes back to me.

I ignore that and get the door open to head downstairs, swallowing the unease creeping up my throat when I find the penthouse empty.

They should’ve been back by now.

Just as I think it, the elevator pings and I turn that way, freezing where I stand whenWren stumbles out with his arm wrapped around Kai’s neck. Damon and Callie follow closely behind and Wren frowns to himself, muttering something I don’t catch, then he trips over his own feet and face plants the floor.

Fuck.

Damon does a double take at me and Kai rolls his eyes, slapping a fifty dollar bill into Callie’s open hand.

“Told you,” she mutters, sliding the note into her back pocket.

“How’d you do it?” Kai asks, side eyeing me while he crouches down beside Wren.

I frown at that, lifting my hand to show him the bobby pins. “What happened?”

“What happened?” Damon bites out, stepping closer to wrap his hand around my neck. “You happened, you fucking idiot.”

I wince and he glares, tightening his grip on my throat with every intention of cutting off my air.

“Damon..” Callie warns, stepping closer to pull on his arm when he doesn’t let up. “Damon, stop.”

He doesn’t stop and I swear to god he’s about to kill me, but then he growls and lets me go, shoving my ass back to wrap his arms around her waist. Kai moves to stand beside them and I look at Callie, hating myself more than ever when I catch the look on her face.

I told her I’d never break him and I did it anyway.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“All of it.”

Her jaw ticks and she looks at Wren, hesitating for what feels like forever before she takes his phone from Kai and tosses it to me. “Do not fuck this up.”

I nod and shove it into the ass pocket of my jeans, moving around them to kneel down beside Wren.

“Hey,” I whisper, gently lifting his chin to pull his eyes up to mine. “I’m gonna get you upstairs, okay?”

He groans and I take that as a yes, wrapping my arms around his waist to pull him up to his feet. I lift his arm over my neck and get him up to his bedroom, walking him through to the bathroom to start the shower. I pull him into me with one hand wrapped around his back and lift his shirt over his abs with the other, cursing when I realize how pale he is.

“You gonna puke?”

He nods and I pull him over to the toilet, leaning over him to rub his back while he throws up what looks like thirty shots of whiskey.

“Fuck, man, what did you do to yourself?”

“I didn’t do anything,” he slurs, dropping his head down on his forearms.

My chest tightens but I force myself to look at him, already knowing what he means without having to ask.

I did this to him.

“Are you done?”

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