Page 91 of Knot a Bad Idea
“We should at least go backand get some of the dresses they bought you.”
“No.”
“What about the makeup?”
“No.”
“April…” Devyn whines as she paints my nails. “Why not? That’s the least they can do for you. They owe you, after all that.”
I haven’t talked to any of them since…the incident. Donovan locked me in the bedroom, and the only reason I was let out was because Hunter and Liam heard my screaming.
I had accidentally left my phone downstairs, and I had no way of reaching anyone.
It was horrible.
The chipped nails that Devyn is attempting to paint over prove it. I scratched at the door, literally trying to claw my way out.
“I’m not going back there, Devyn. I can’t.”
I’m perched on my bathroom toilet seat while Devyn sits on the sink counter. She cradles my hand and inspects my nails, frowning.
“Skylar said that the asshole locked you in the bedroom.”
I nod. “He did.”
She pauses her inspection to meet my eyes. “Why?”
I sigh. “I don’t know why. Probably because I brought up his dead mother, and he wanted the conversation to stop. Maybe he thought I would run after him and try to continue it.”
Devyn scrunches her face. “What a freak.”
I shake my head. “That’s…one way to describe Donovan.”
“I prefer emotionally stunted, sociopathic, and a pile of dogshit.” Skylar bursts into the bathroom, her eyes full of fury. “I still want to kill him, April. I mean it. I’ll kill all of them. River wants to, too. Vincent and Landon will look the other way.”
Devyn’s eyes light up and her curls bounce as she nods her head. “Ben will help, too!”
I groan. “We’re not killing anyone.”
Skylar makes a face at me. “What the hell? Are you defending them?” She waves her arms frantically. “Do they not know what happened to you? What made them think it was okay to lock you up like that?”
“It was just Donovan, not Hunter and Liam,” I mutter. “And I don’t know.”
I’m tired of the conversation. I’ve been going back and forth with my friends all week since I showed up back home, my eyes red from crying and my cheeks tear stained.
“Donovan had to know it was a trigger for you,” Skylar continues. “Right?”
“I doubt he knew,” I say honestly. “But it doesn’t matter anymore. It’s all done.”
“Wait. You’re not even going to the ex’s wedding?” Devyn asks, pausing her painting of my nails. “What about the island?”
I chuckle humorlessly. “Absolutely not. All of that is over with.”
As far as I’m concerned, the contract is null and void.
I’ve put up with more than enough from them, and I doubt even Donovan would pursue legal action against me.
They’ve been radio silent since I left Stone County, and I like to think it’s because they have an iota of shame.