Page 204 of Broken by my Bully
“Oh my God.” She rolls her eyes and storms out of the kitchen.
“Wow.” I lean over the counter, cracking open the blueberry container and popping a few in my mouth. “Mmm.”
I almost swallow one whole when Melissa reappears a moment later, slamming her e-reader face down on the table in front of me. She points to one of the many stickers covering the back of the device.
It’s a long sticker, just a bunch of random letters, that runs the entire length of the e-reader.
“What?”
“Come on. Say it with me.” She points to the first row of letters. “Shut…?”
STFU
“Shut the fuck up.” I roll my eyes up at her. “And?”
“Take…?”
I stare down at the letters. “Take?”
She points at the next letter. “That.”
“That.”
“Come on, Haven, you know this.” She taps on the D.
“Down? Dog?” Because apparently I’m fluent in yoga.
“Dick!” she yells, tapping harder. “Dick!”
“Dick?”
“Oh my God.” She runs her hand along the sticker, rambling off the acronym like a word champion speed reader. “Shut the fuck up and take that dick like a good girl!”
She slaps the countertop. “Like a good girl, Haven! Like a good girl!”
I can’t breathe. I’m laughing so hard that blueberries almost come out of my nose.
“That’s what it says?” I’m surprised Melissa can even understand me, because I can hardly force the words past my constricting lungs.
“You didn’t know?” she wheezes.
“I didn’t know,” I wheeze back, shaking my head as tears stream out of my eyes.
Melissa slaps the countertop, then she’s holding on as her body slides to the floor, legs incapacitated by laughter. “Oh my fucking God…”
If the doorbell hadn’t rung right then, I think we’d both have passed out from oxygen deprivation. Since I’m not the one sprawled on the floor like a dead person, I go answer the door.
I didn’t even stop to think who might be on the other side. It could have been Bastian, trying to apologize by making things worse somehow.
Or Kai. With another knife.
Thank God it’s neither.
“Delivery for Miss Lee?” the courier says, giving my tear-stained face a concerned look. “You okay, ma’am?”
“Yessir.” I haul a breath through my lungs, dragging my finger over the touchscreen of his delivery machine thing and taking the parcel from him. “Too much weed.”
I slam the door in his face, leaning my back against it as I savor the feeling of air in my lungs.
