Page 150 of Sinister Legacy
Our shoulders shake, tears streaming from our eyes.
I swipe at my cheeks with my sleeve. “It’s true, though. What a fucked-up mess.”
Humming in agreement, she drinks the last of her hot chocolate. “Your father is a notorious serial killer, your quarterback boyfriend vanishes, you’re cheating on him behind his back with one of the richest, most sinister boys at school, your mother throws you out, and you get kidnapped by a crazy, murderous schoolgirl. You can’t make this shit up.”
My stomach is in stitches as I laugh, covering my mouth with the back of my hand. “You make my life sound so bad.”
“Not bad, just wild.” Nudging her shoulder with mine, she wraps me up in a hug. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a shit friend.”
“I’ve been one, too. We’re both shit friends.”
My words make us both laugh.
“The shittiest friends,” she replies, sniffling.
I hug her tighter, fucking grateful that she’s here. “It’s over now. The killer is dead.”
“Thank fuck, I don’t think I could handle any more deaths.”
Breathing her in, I let her sweet smell soothe the ache in my heart.
“I fucked Liam,” she whispers quietly. So quietly I almost don’t hear it. “It’s why I resented you so much. You didn’t want him, but he pined after you like you were the ultimate prize. I was a pawn to boost his ego in the midst of your fucked-up relationship.”
Staring at the vending machine and the choices of drinks, I don’t blink. I don’t do anything as her words sink to my core, settling like a missing drop in a calm ocean. When I finally reply, she’s clutching me so hard that I can hardly breathe. “I get it now. Why you retreated.”
“I told you, I’m a shit friend. I’ve done some shit things.”
“We’re both shit friends.”
Her heartbeat thuds against my chest, beating in time with mine. “I don’t want any more lies between us.”
“Me neither,” I lie, flicking my gaze to King’s hospital room. There are truths I can never tell her.
Truths that only belong to King and me.
Truths that bind us.
“If you ever fuck King, I’ll carve your heart out from your chest. You know that, right?” It’s the most honest statement I’ve ever made.
Laughing softly, she leans in and palms the back of my neck with both hands, her brow pressed to mine. “You don’t ever have to worry about that. King is obsessed with you. If any girl tried it on with him, he’d chop off their hands. That man sees no one but you. It’s alarming, but also hot—if you’re into that kind of possessive, alpha, stalker vibe.”
“He’s the Bonnie to my Clyde,” I admit, inhaling her breaths. “Some boys are just so toxic, soconsuming,that you can’t stop yourself from burning in their flames.”
“You can sleep at my house,” she whispers, sliding her hands from behind my neck to squeeze my upper arms. “Let’s stay up late, watch crap movies, and eat too much popcorn.”
“I fucking love that idea,” I reply with a smile. “And let’s make a promise.”
“Anything…”
“Let’s not allow boys to come between us again.”
Unless you make a move on King.
“Never.” She holds up her pinky between us and waits for me to interlink mine with hers. Her emerald orbs twinkle with something fierce as she looks me in the eye. “And let’s not allow girlfriends to come between us either. We’re best friends until the end.”
“Deal.”
We share a smile, studying each other while whispered secrets float like feathers in the wind. Secrets that will forever remain buried.
