Page 47 of Wreckage of Me
“It was good seeing you,” I finally say, not sure that I actually mean it. “I’m happy your legal troubles solved themselves out,” I add, and this part I do mean. I would not wish that on anyone, especially when I know for a fact they’re innocent of the crime they accused them of.
“I’ll be back,” he grumbles. And maybe because of his deep voice and whatnot, but the way he says it is making me laugh.
“You could pass for the Terminator,” I nod with a grin stretching my face.
He’s not smiling back though. “I’m serious.”
The way his eyes look so focused on me is making me slightly uncomfortable. It’s also making me angry.
“Don’t bother coming back if you’re just looking for a break from Number One and Number Two,” I spit out at him. “I am not looking to be anyone’s Number Three, least of all yours. I don’t even want to be your Number Two,” I add for good measure.
“Becca.” The asshole has the nerve to laugh.
“You know what, you need to leave.” I march around him to the front door and yank it open.
I jump back startled when I notice Sully’s large body looming in doorway.
“Becca,” he nods in greeting.
“Blake,” I respond in kind.
I use his first name because I’m a bitch and I know he doesn’t like it. But the grin he gives me takes me by surprise. I just can’t with these people.
“Your friend here is ready to leave,” I step to the side to allow room for Dylan to pass. He makes sure to take as much space as possible when he does that, turning to face me at the last minute.
“I know you think we’re over,” he whispers against my lips. “But think again.”
The move is making me so angry, I could spit nails right now. Who does he think he is, barging into my life like this and telling me what to do or not to do?
I press myself against the door and squeeze myself out of the tight spot he’s got me in. The sleeve of my top catches onto the doorknob, and I yank it so hard, I hear it rip. I would’ve probably taken the door with me just to get away from him.
“I’ll be busy with myboyfriend,” I remind him.
He’s got his trademark condescending grin on his face at hearing my comment, and I see red, so I decide to dig myself into a deeper hole.
“Oh, and when I find out that I’m pregnant,” I spit at him, watching in fascination the way his face just drops, “I’ll make sure to tell you right away. I won’t be like your other baby mama.”
“Brother,” Sully busts out in an amused tone that somehow doesn’t sound like him. He doesn’t strike me as the type who laughs a lot. “What the fuck did you do?”
I hate the hurt I see in Dylan’s eyes at hearing my words. I wish I could take them back. But they’re out there now, and we’ll both need to deal with it.
“You’re pregnant?” my brother’s shocked voice echoes from behind me, adding more fuel to the dumpster fire that is tonight.
“Colt,” I turn around, ready to send him back to his room. But he’s not a little boy anymore, and I don’t have the energy to boss him around like he’s ten.
“I can’t believe you’re pregnant and you didn’t say a word to me about it.” He sounds like he’s almost in tears about it, and while I understand this would be a shock, I’m the one who should be crying not him.
“Nobody’s pregnant, Colton,” I raise my voice at him to make sure he’s listening. “I was just…” I wave a hand toward Dylan, unsure of what to say.
“Being a bitch,” he helps me out in explaining the situation to my little brother.
“Basically,” I nod in agreement and wrap my arms around myself, sticking them back as far as they’d go. Since nobody else is willing to hug me at the moment, I might as well hug myself.
“What the fuck, Becca?” Colton blows up at me. “You don’t joke about stuff like that! What’s wrong with you?!” With that, he turns around and stomps up the stairs, back to his room.
I am so shocked by his behavior, I have no idea how to react. My eyes go to Dylan who is watching me pensively.
“We’re not over yet,” he points a finger at me, then turns around and walks out of my house.
