Page 63 of The Plan

“Oh, fuck you.”

She throws her head back with a laugh, and I can’t help but join her.

“I did update my will, and you’re not in it.”

“Liar.” She doesn’t miss a beat as she calls me out, and she’s right. Of course, she’s in my damn will. “Is August okay? I thought you guys gave up street racing?” I let out a sigh at having to repeat this since I just got off the phone with my other sister.

“We did, and he’s fine. It was his idea.” August never really gave up racing, and I know he misses it, but today proved we clearly can’t do that shit anymore.

“Oh, I know it was his idea. You’re the idiot for always listening to him.” I flip her off, and she doesn’t look at the camera, but I can tell she saw me from her smirk.

“Did you call to make sure your favorite person was okay or to bully me?”

“I didn’t even ask about my favorite person yet, but how’s Mom?” I flip her off again, and this time, she chuckles before grabbing her phone to show me Piglet's new tank.

I smile at how happy she sounds as she goes on a tangent about how her turtle looks happier than he was in my bowl, and I’m sure he is. After a while, someone calls her, so she lets me go.

I walk into my living room, and I’m reminded why I went into my room. Hazel has been yelling at August for the past twenty minutes, and I’m actually more scared of her than crashing earlier this afternoon.

We obviously weren't going to tell her, but apparently, that asshole was with someone in a car behind us, and they recorded it, hence how there’s an article about it.

I can hear their entire conversation from next door, and if she knocks on my door to scold me, I’m going to act like I’m not home. I’m flipping through the channels on my TV in the living room when I hear my phone ringing again in my room.Please don’t be Mom.

Sage already called me to see if I was okay. She was in the middle of a photoshoot or something, but her makeup got ruined from crying. She wasn’t even mad; she was just glad that we were okay. Hazel should take notes from our loving sisters.

I pick up my phone from my bed, and it’s a Facetime call from Vidia. What the fuck?Why is she Facetiming me?

I remember how she used to Facetime me when she was mad so I could “see how serious she was,” but I doubt this is about the race, so I answer.

“What—”

“Sire! Thank God you answered.” What the hell is happening? She has tears in her eyes and sounds scared as fuck.

“Where are you?”

“Come on, sweetie. Let me in.”

“Please don’t do this!” Her voice cracks, and I feel my heart stop.

“Vidia. What the fuck is happening?” I sprint to my closet and put a sweatsuit on since I’m in underwear. I hear her break down crying, and when I look down at the screen, I can’t see much.

“Vidia, I need you to answer me!”

“There’s—AH!” There’s a huge banging sound, and she drops her phone.

“Vidia! Where are you!?” I quickly put my shoes on and race out of my room.

“You killed him, and now I’m going to kill you, baby.”She killed who?

“Who the fuck is that?”

“We’re going to have some fun first.”

“Vidia! Share your fucking location with me! I’m on my way.”

“Please, I’m begging you.” God, she sounds fucking terrified right now. She starts sobbing, and when I look at the screen again, it’s black. She didn’t pick her phone back up.

“Vidia, are you home?! Send me your address!” There’s more banging, and I don’t think she can even fucking hear me. I run out of my apartment and barge through August’s door.

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