Page 202 of When We Fall: Part Two
I looked down at my hands, really fucking hating this lie.
“I have the option,” I finally said, really leaning into this shit. “So does E. I-I probably will.”
“Why?” Jamie’s voice was so full of sadness, I couldn’t bear to look at her. “After Fox… why do this to her?”
“I-I don’t know. It’s just better this way. She kissed someone else, too.”
It took her a moment to respond to me, but when she did, her words shredded my heart.
“I’m glad she did. And I hope she fucks so many guys that they fuck the memory of you pricks right out of her heart forever.”
She stormed out of the house, without giving me a chance to scream to her how fucked up that was and how I didn’t want another man looking at her, let alone fucking her.
I was going to vomit.
I jumped to my feet and ran after her and caught her as she was getting into the back of the cab.
“What?” she snapped at me when I grabbed her arm.
I stared at her angry face.
“Jamie… I….”
She said nothing.
“Keep her safe,” I said. “Please. Help her make the right decisions when she calls you. D-Don’t let her meet guys?—”
“She is free, Cole,” she said evenly. “You don’t get to make requests anymore. Have a nice life.”
She got into the back and slammed the door on me. I stood there with my heart in my throat as the cab pulled away, taking the last connection to Rosalie I had away.
SIXTY-FOUR
ROSALIE
Iwoke with a headache and blinked my eyes, confused about where I was.
Groaning, I sat up as the sound of someone in a kitchen rattling around met my ears.
Anson’s apartment.
And then it hit me. Everything that happened last night. What I’d almost done.
I stumbled to my feet and went to the bathroom, where I threw up in the toilet. When there was nothing left in me, I flushed it and rinsed my mouth out at the sink.
I didn’t look like myself. I was paler, thinner, and looked so sickly.
Carefully, I touched my trembling lips as I stared at the broken girl in the mirror.
“I’m sorry, Foxy,” I whispered.
A fat tear leaked down my cheek, and I hastily wiped it away before leaving the bathroom and forcing myself to see Anson. I was sure Colten had told him everything.
I wandered out in Fox’s long t-shirt to find Anson moving around in the kitchen in a pair of pajama bottoms and a tank top. It was rare that I ever saw him dressed so casually. His inkedback was almost on display, hints of the massive black angel wings poking out. His arms were completely covered in ink. He typically wore long sleeves to conceal everything.
He turned as a floorboard creaked and looked at me.
“Hey,” he said, offering me a gentle smile. “I was just going to go check on you. I made breakfast.”
