Page 72 of The Prey
I grit my teeth and clench my fists, forcing my thoughts back to my friend so I don't think about the test sitting in my pocket and weighing me down. “Bel and Drew took her home.”
He smiles, “Don’t think I didn’t notice that you didn’t deny her being yours.”
I shake my head, and for once, I let the truth spill out. “Whatever is going on between me and her is complicated at best.”
“Complicated is better than denial. You deserve to find happiness. I mean, look at Drew, if someone can love his psychotic ass, any of us have a chance.”
“Yeah, sometimes I have to wonder what Bel sees in him,” I joke.
Drew’s changed. Don’t get me wrong; he’s still fucked up, and I’m not sure if he has any morals at all, but when it comes to my sister Bel, he cherishes her. Puts her first, loves her unconditionally, and I couldn’t ask for someone better for her. Okay, maybe I could. Someone a smidge less annoying.
“I bet it’s his cock. Have you seen it?” Lee grins, and I smile back at him.
“Please do not talk about Drew’s cock or Bel in the same sentence ever again.”
“You mean to tell me you don’t think about your sister and best friend banging every day?”
While I’m mature, and can obviously understand that Bel and Drew are going to bang like rabbits, it doesn’t mean I want it tossed in my face.
“Behave yourself tonight. I’m going home. I don’t want any phone calls from the police, either. I mean it.”
Lee moves to sit up but then sags back against the counter, thinking better of it. “You got it, dude!”
All I can do is shake my head as I turn to head toward the door, leaving him there to drown himself in his sorrows. I know I shouldn’t go to Elyse, but I need answers. I’m desperate for them. She might’ve escaped me earlier but tucked into the bedroom across the hall from me, there will be no escape.
I’ve barely stepped out the door to make my way out onto the front lawn when my phone chimes with an incoming text. I tug it out of my pocket and see the text is from Bel. Fuck me. I can only imagine what she has to say. Knowing Elyse, though, I doubt she told Bel anything. She’s had many chances to share her dislike of me with Bel, but she never has, at least not to a degree that would give Bel concern.
I forgo ordering a ride and navigate to my texts instead to see what she needs.
BEL: Elyse is staying with Drew and me tonight. I don’t know what happened between you two, but she’s really upset, and I think it would be best if you both gave each other some space.
I tighten my grip on the phone. Are you kidding me? She was upset? Like she has a fucking reason? Because her secret was discovered? Before I can think better of it, I start in the direction of Drew’s place. It isn’t that far of a walk, and with this new development I can feel the anger threatening to pull me under. My fingers tingle, my muscles ache, and my heart beats furiously. Who the fuck does she think she is?
I doubt she told Bel the whole truth—that is, if she told her anything at all. From the fear in her eyes when I picked up the test, I highly doubt she’s told anyone her news. With anger clouding my judgment, I find it hard to think clearly. I have no reason to be mad at Elyse, not technically, but I am. I’m so fucking angry. Mine. She is mine. Yet she’s pregnant with another man's baby.
Even thinking about it makes my vision red.
It doesn’t take long to arrive at the estate where Drew grew up. As I get closer, the guy at the security gate eyes me but doesn’t say a word. Instead, he pushes a button and the gates open, allowing me entrance.
It’s fucking weird to be on the other end of things. I can remember when Drew used to stand outside the gate at my house, threatening me and telling me I needed to let him see Bel or else. Fuck, have the tables turned.
As I suspected, security must’ve alerted him of my arrival since Drew greets me at the door, shirtless, a pair of checkered pajama pants hanging low on his hips.
“What’s going on?” he asks in a friendly voice.
“Don’t play coy with me, Drew. Where is she?” I grit out.
His brows pull together and he gives me a confused look before waving me inside. “Bel? She’s in the bedroom washing her face. No need to show up. You could’ve called her, being that it’s late and all.”
I almost laugh. This guy. He gets a girlfriend and suddenly he gives a shit what time it is? I shake my head, and shove my clenched fists into my pockets. There’s too much energy inside me, too much anger. Why are you angry? I ask myself because it makes no sense. She isn’t yours. She doesn’t belong to you. She doesn’t carry your last name. She is no one to you, yet you’re acting like she is the entire fucking universe. Pull it together.
Looking back at Drew, I mumble, “Not Bel, Elyse.”
I start to pace, back and forth, back and forth. The mask of confusion slips from his face, and he narrows his gaze, almost like he’s suspicious of me. “What the hell is going on with you?”
“Nothing. You wouldn’t understand,” I murmur, clenching my jaw so tightly it aches. The truth is a hard pill to swallow when you refuse to accept it. Maybe that’s my problem; I need to stop fighting against fate.
No. I need to turn around and walk out of here.