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He holds his hands up, stepping back. “Got it. We’ll see you in a bit. Stay away from Amethyst,” he warns seriously.

Once they’re down the hall, she steps in front of me, showing me her back. “Get me out of this thing,” she orders tiredly.

“Is your arm okay?” I ask, unbuckling the strap, struggling to keep my anger in check.

“Fucking psycho cut open my scar. I’ll probably need stitches. But I’m not bleeding out. Just be careful, the sleeve's stuck to my arm,” she warns, hissing in relief when I release her arms to her sides.

Slowly, we work together, peeling the material from the drying wound. She winces, and my heart blazes with rage, ready to hurt Amethyst. Once she’s free, I pull off my hoodie and t-shirt to rip the fabric to tie around her arm.

“Jesus, put your fucking clothes on,” she hisses, yanking the t-shirt from my hand and wrapping it around her arm.

I’ve barely got the sweatshirt over my head before she sighs, storming down the hall, mumbling something about twenty-three steps.

She stops outside a door, her good hand resting on the handle as she turns to glare at me seriously, tiny flames dancing in her caramel eyes.

“If you lie to me in this fucking room…” she pauses, and I notice her pale a little. “I’ll let my whack job sister play arts and crafts with your ass,” she warns evilly before yanking open the door.

Zoey’s head snaps up, bashing the back of her skull into the wooden death trap she’s been strapped to. “About time! Did you stick your dick in her first?” she screeches, shifting around angrily.

Onyx cocks a brow at me, waiting to hear my response. “My dick isn’t your concern,” I warn, treading lightly.

“Go ahead, Zoey,” Onyx spits her name. “Tell Vex about your new bestie, and your peeking hobby,” she instructs angrily.

“Huh?” I grunt in confusion, not sure I’m following.

“Don’t play dumb. I already told her you were doing fine without her,” Zoey snaps.

“Yeah she did. After she made friends with Amethyst, to spy on me for her.And, she’s been peeking in your windows, because she thinks you belong to her. Why would she think that?” Onyx questions, growing madder with each passing second.

I knew this would come out eventually. I just wanted to talk about it in private. “We fucked. Once. After a party. I was —”

“Shove the ‘I was drunk,’ up your ass!” Onyx shouts, kicking my knee almost sending me to the ground. “You’re a piece of shit, sleeping with your best friend's sister,” she pants, using all her breath to take shots at me.

Let the firing begin. “You’ve got nerve, porn job Betty! At least I didn’t fuck her on social,” I argue, watching her jaw drop to the floor. “For the record, Franky won’t be walking or using his dick any time soon.”

Her good hand connects with my face. “I hate you —”

I grab her wrist, refusing to let her get away. “She was my first. Tell her what I told you,” I growl at Zoey.

Tears glaze over her eyes. “I was a mistake,” she whines quietly.

“She caught me at a fucked up time, years ago. Nothing’s happened since. It was a mistake.”

“Let my daughter go,” Hendrix chimes in. “You two can work through your shit later. Zeke, wait on your Dad. He’s on disposal duty tonight. Then take your sister home and meet us at the place. Vex, go with your dad, get Brickman to the place quietly. We’re transporting Amethyst,” Hendrix tells Onyx once he’s done issuing orders.

All of us agree and split up to handle our tasks. I’ll finish fixing things with her after we’re finished with the bullshit.

fifty-two

Wounded Truths

Onyx: 2024

It’s amazing how many emotions can hit a girl during a car ride in the middle of the night with your estranged Dad and Wack-A-Do sister.

Thanks to small-town traffic, we hit every green light and make it back to Hendrix’s in fifteen minutes.

“Where are we going?” I question when he passes the drive.

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