Page 50 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
“He got arrested,” my voice wavers with distress. “I thought he did something to you!”
Becca just sounds annoyed. “Who got arrested, Em?”
I finally lean back, and Becca’s hands fall on my shoulders, squeezing. She is looking at me like I just escaped from the mental hospital.
“Your guy,” I gasp out, struggling to breathe. “Why didn’t you tell me he was in a gang?” I mimic her and start shaking her shoulders.
“What?” Her eyes are about to pop out of her head. “I…”
I cut her off. “I was downstairs getting a cup of coffee with the cute driver.”
As I am telling her this, something dawns on me. If Wrecker is in a gang, and Puck is friends with him, that means that…
“Oh my god, he is in a gang, too!” I’m really crying now, the shock of thinking she was dead having worn off. “I had sex with a gang member, Becca!” I am besides myself.
“Em, focus,” my friend snaps at me. “What do you know about Dylan?”
I have no idea what she’s talking about. “Who’s Dylan?”
Becca looks like she’s about to slap me. I have never seen this side of her. She gets into my face and raises her voice. “You said you saw him getting arrested!”
I shake my head in confusion, completely oblivious to life at this point.
“No, I saw Wrecker getting arrested,” I explain. “I don’t know who Dylan is.” But then a thought strikes me out of nowhere. “You spent the night withtwoguys?”
How is this happening? I am in shock. I will never recover from this trip.
Becca takes a deep breath in, her annoyance with me quite obvious.
“WreckerisDylan, Em.”
I shake my head, unable to process any of what she just told me. “I, what?”
“Forget it,” she spits at me, then turns around to where her carry-on bag is in the corner of the room. “Tell me what you know while I get dressed,” she orders me, like she’s my boss now. She actually reminds me of our actual boss at the hospital. Her name is Morgan, and she is a bitch.
“How are you so calm?” I finally ask her. Here I am freaking out of my mind, and she is… “You’re gonna take a shower?” I ask in disbelief when I see her turning the water on.
The look she gives me when she turns to face me makes me want to throw up. She has no patience for me right now. I feel like a little kid that’s being scolded.
“Okay,” she sighs. “He fucked me all night long. I stink. I can’t go out in public without washing up first. I refuse to do it,” she enunciates the words for me, like I’m stupid. “I won’t wash my hair,” she continues, “so, I’ll be quick.”
I just nod in agreement. I don’t know what to say. I am not in my element here, at all. I don’t understand how she can be so calm and collected.
“Talk,” she barks at me, and I jump.
While she’s washing up, I tell her everything I know from my eavesdropping downstairs and from what I saw.
“Louder,” Becca yells over the noise coming from the shower. I roll my eyes in frustration and make sure to talk louder.
“Why was he being arrested?” With the way she’s asking me all these questions, it’s as if I am under investigation myself. And she is the one investigating me.
“They didn’t say, but I saw two stuffy suits talking to the side, so I walked closer to them and heard them talking. They said attempted murder,” my voice is shaking at this point. “That he tried killing someone last night. I thought it was you.”
I can’t handle all this. I am not made for this kind of drama. What the hell guy did she spend the night with if now, on the next morning, we have to worry about him having quite possibly killed someone?
That brings my thoughts to Puck. I am internally freaking out about what kind of a man I spent the night with as well. I don’t get it. He looked so good in his dress clothes, and…
Becca stepping out of the shower makes me shake my head to clear my thoughts. I grab a towel for her to dry off, then I try to stay focused on what we should be doing now. I vote for going home right away.
