Page 76 of Sinful as They Come
“Sawyer?” Holly said, her voice suddenly so much quieter. “What happened? Please…”
I yanked myself out of the grip the guys had on me before I looked down at her. There was a combination of heartbreak and pure shock on her face. I couldn’t say it. Not when she was looking at me like that with those big eyes. And there was no way Carter was going to admit the fucking truth.
With a huff I stormed out of the kitchen, shoving my way through the wall of bystanders who got their free entertainment for the night.
Jesus, I needed a cigarette and I needed one bad.
I yanked open the front door, so thankful to feel the cold night air hit my skin. I needed out. I had no idea what I was thinking staying at a party that Holly and her asshole boyfriend showed up to. That was a mistake. Whatwasn’t a mistake was punching Carter in the jaw. I had no control over my body when I hit Carter. He deserved it, though. He deserved every second of pain he was feeling.
“Sawyer?” I heard Holly call out behind me.
I said nothing. I just kept walking, a million different emotions pulsing through my body.
“Sawyer!” Holly yelled again.
“What?” I snapped at her, keeping my eyes in front of me. Where the hell was my truck? Where did I park?
“Don’t yell at me! Why the hell did I just walk into that kitchen only to find you punching my boyfriend?”
“He was asking for it.”
“What, he deserved to get hit in the face?”
“Yeah, actually, he fucking did.”
“And why’s that?”
I spun around angrily. Now I was mad at Holly. I was mad that someone like her who actually had a chance of having a good fucking life was throwing it away for a high school quarterback who had already peaked. All he was going to do was drag her down. If anyone was going to get far in life, it was Holly fucking Sutton; but for whatever reason, she couldn’t see that.
“Do you like getting hurt?” I asked her, my voice as direct as ever because Christ, when was she gonna wake up?
She blinked and shook her head. “What?”
“Do you like getting hurt?” I repeated. “Huh? Do you enjoy it? Does it make you happy, Holly?”
“What are you talking about?!”
“How blind are you? How do you not fucking see what everyone else is seeing?”
“It would be nice if you just told me what you were talking about, Sawyer!”
I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to be the person who told Holly about her cheating, shitty boyfriend. But it seemed like no one else had tried to help her. Either that, or she was truly in denial about what kind of personCarter was.
“You can do better,” is what I told her instead. “I know you want whatever cliché fairytale you’ve been dreaming of ever since you were a little girl, but that’s not the guy who’s gonna give it to you. You can do better than that fucking asshole.”
“Carter?”
“Yes, Carter!”
“What is it with you and him?” she cried out. “Why can’t you two just… Look, I don’t expect you to be friends with him. But you could at least tolerate him and notpunchhimin the face.”
“I should have punched him again.”
“What am I supposed to say to that?” She threw her hands up.
“Say that you’ll break up with him. That you’ll end it with that asshole and never talk to him again.”
“I love him, Sawyer. Why don’t you get that?”
