Page 35 of Spin The Bottle
“Yes?” I grunt.
“Are you trying to piss me off?” my brother says on the other end. “Where is our money?”
God damn it. My eyes snap open, my whole body going stiff at his voice. The cold tone enough to make me uneasy. I pull back, looking at the time on my phone, grunting when I see it’s still early as fuck. “It’s four in the morning, asshole. You’re high already?”
He sniffs. “Shut the fuck up,” he grits out. “Where is our money?”
My eyes narrow even though he can’t see me. It’s way too early for a migraine. “You mean my money?”
His laugh makes my whole body shiver. I’m twenty years old, for fuck’s sake. I shouldn’t be scared of my own brother, especially since he’s miles away, but I can’t forget what it was like growing up with him, with all of them.
The dark, snarky laugh echoes through the phone. I can almost picture the grin he has on his face. It’s the same grin he used to have right before I got a beating. “You don’t make shit. You owe us. College or not, you’ve got to pay your dues, little bro.”
“I told you,” I sneer. “I haven’t gotten paid yet.”
“I’m getting very impatient waiting around for you.”
I shake my head, knowing he’s not going to let this go anytime soon. “How’s Mom?”
“What’s it to you?”
A sharp exhale escapes me, running my hand down my face. “I care about her.”
“Yeah, seemed like it when she begged you not to leave and you did anyway.”
Fucking— “Can you just put Mom on the phone? Is she awake yet? Where are you?” It’s just over three am back home. What is he doing calling me at this time?
“It doesn’t concern you. All you have to do is get us our money before I come and get it from you.”
My body freezes at the thought of seeing any of them again. “You can’t even drive, asshole.”
“How hard could it be?” He lets out a scoff. A cocky prick too.
“How are you going to afford a car?”
He sniffs again, I can almost picture the way he cracks his neck when he gets nervous. “I’ll figure it out.”
My eyes glaze over. “You mean steal.”
“I said I’ll figure it out,” he grits out. “You don’t need to worry about anything but getting us our fucking money.”
The line hangs up a second later.
“Fuck,” I yell, scrubbing my face in my hands. “Fucking asshole. Shit.”
I place my phone back on the nightstand and fall onto the bed, pulling the pillow over my head. When am I ever going to be rid of them? Redfield was supposed to be my ticket to freedom, but I’m still under their control, under their grasp. I twist over, burying my head into the pillow, my hand grazing against something, and I turn my head, spotting a hair clip lying on the pillow beside mine.
My eyes squint as I grasp it in my hands, bringing it in front of my face. I run my hands over the white clip.
Leila.
She left.
She left after I told her not to go.
Did she regret what we did last night? Does she hate me again? God, it was so good having her underneath me, moaning and breathing and kissing me. And now she’s gone.
I hate the thought of her leaving in the middle of the night. Alone. Did she even sleep or just wait for me to pass out before she dipped?
