Page 7 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
He just looks at me and sighs. “Nothing.”
“So you just attempted to kill me for fun?” I point with both hands toward my nose. I can only imagine the picture I’m making.
After some back and forth, it turns out that I’d only been half wrong. Beccaispregnant. Dylanisthe father. At some point, Arlene thinks I’m the father, a fact that would definitely get me killed.
“I’m gonna kill him for sure if he fucked Becca,” Dylan growls at his mother, referring to me and confirming my suspicions.
I take a couple of steps back, putting more distance between us.
“Dude, I haven’t fucked anyone but Emily in almost a year. No offense,” I mumble toward Devereaux when I see him giving me the death stare too now.
I walk away when Arlene starts getting teary eyed, then they all go inside the house, presumably to give Wyatt the news about his own paternity. What a cluster.
“I’m gonna go upstairs and change,” I tell no one in particular, therefore, no one is paying attention to me.
My hand is on the doorknob when an incoming text pings on my phone. With a sigh, I pull it out of my pocket, grateful it didn’t get destroyed in the whole Dylan going into Wrecker mode and beating my ass for nothing.
“What the fuck,” I mutter when I see what the message is about.
Emily: I went to the cemetery, needed some time
I bring up the tracking app I have on her phone and pull up her name. It does show that she is where she texted me, but I am so angry with her right now.
Me: do not move from there, on my way
There is no response, but I don’t need one. I am going to spank her ass hard when I put my hands on her. I thought she was way smarter than this. I can’t believe she just took off by herself.
When I make it to the bathroom, I groan at the image greeting me in the mirror. I look like shit. My left eye has what promises to be the beginning of a shiner, and my right one is not far behind. My nose doesn’t seem to be broken, so there’s that. Ideally, I should lie down with a pack of ice over my head. My woman had other ideas though, so now I have to go chase her down.
“Fuck,” I let out in distress when I bend over the sink to wash the dried blood from under my nose. The pressure from looking down is hurting my entire face.
As if life was not interesting enough, there’s a knock at the door followed by Sully’s voice calling my name.
“Come in,” I yell out.
“You okay, brother?” He sounds amused so I don’t believe he really cares.
“Just peachy,” I reply while still hunched over the sink.
“Everyone is heading over to Becca’s house. Dylan is moving in.”
I freeze with my hands under the water and turn my head slowly to look at Sully.
“He’s moving in as in…?”
“As in he’s moving out of here and into her house,” he snorts.
“Doessheknow?”
“She will know in about thirty minutes or less,” he cackles. “We’re all going over there. Me and you to install their new security system.”
There’s another knock at the door. This is turning into the party room all of a sudden.
“Mr. Puck,” Devereaux’s snobby voice addresses me. “I need to speak with my daughter. I think she’ll feel better about everything once I do.”
I take a deep breath in, fact that actually puts more pressure on my nose, and I let out a soft curse.
“She’s not here,” I manage to say through the pain.
