Page 8 of Reaper
Lark.: She’s fucking pregnant
Miracle: Next time I see the bitch, she’s getting cut. She better stay the fuck away from you, and that asshole Aiden, too. They’re both getting cut.
Miracle: How long has he been screwing her behind your back?
My chest tightens, not really wanting to admit this, but I need to.
Lark: Since a month after Aiden started dating me
After hitting send, there’s a pause on her end, not even the little bubbles popping up to let me know she’s writing something. I worry that she’s been called back up to the front, but then a few moments later, a message finally comes through.
Miracle: I’m so sorry, Babe
Miracle: I don’t get why he stayed with you if he’s been fucking her for that long
Lark: While at gunpoint, they spilled the tea
Lark: Richard ordered Aiden to get his hands on my land, house, and supper club any way he could
Miracle: That fucking piece of shit! That cunt face, puss licking, asshole licking, fart munching, twat pimple!
Miracle: DO NOT let anything those fucking assholes said to you tonight get to you! I know you, Lark. You’ve been my bestest bestie since we’ve been in diapers. Do not give them any more headspace than you’ve already given them. Box that shit up and smash it with a hammer. They’re just jealous of how awesome and successful you are. Not to mention how fucking gorgeous you are.
Miracle: And don’t you dare scoff and roll your eyes at me, Missy!
I bite my lip to keep from laughing, because I’d actually done just that. While I’ve come to love my curves over the years, it still hurts when people close to me comment on my weight or that I’m plus-sized. That said, I don’t think I’m anywhere near gorgeous. Pretty, yes. Gorgeous, no.
Miracle: Now, I want you to go to bed, try to get some shuteye, and in the morning, I want you to gather everything they’ve tainted with their crusty-assed cum and burn that shit. Then you’re going to pick your sweet ass up and ignore anything they send your way. You are better than that fucking Cox family of ass munching cock sucking leeches.
Miracle: And if things get too crazy, tape their pictures to your target board and unleash arrow after arrow at them, Babe
Lark: lol
Lark: Yes, Mom
Lark: And thank you for the vent session
Miracle: Anytime, Babe. That’s what the bestest of besties are for.Now, plug your phone back in and set it down on your nightstand. Try to get some sleep, Babe.
Lark: I’ll try, but I don’t think I’ll get much sleep tonight. Love you, girl, and I miss you like crazy.
Miracle: Love you and miss you to pieces, too, Babe.
With a sigh, I plug my phone back in and set it down on the nightstand before burrowing under the covers and willing my brain to just turn off and go to sleep.
Sunlight on my face has me blinking slowly as I wake up. Normally, I close my blackout curtains to prevent this. Did I forget to close them last night? Reaching up, I rub the crusties stuck to my eyes.
Blearily, I look around, confused.
My bedding is navy blue with black floral stitching on the comforter. The one I’m laying under is a similar set, but it’s mauve. Blinking a few more times to clear my vision, I look around the room and realize I’m in one of our guest rooms.
My chest tightens as memories from last night bombard me, of me crying myself to sleep. I scramble to untangle my legs from the blankets before rushing to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before emptying the contents of my stomach.
After wiping my face and blowing my nose, I flush the toilet and then slump against the tub with a groan.
Today is going to royally suck ass.
Putting my feet on the floor, I cross my arms over the top of my knees and rest my forehead on my arms. I groan again as my phone starts to ping with messages, one after the other.No doubt the rest of Junction Creek has learned about my new single status.
