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Page 42 of Created in Chaos

“What the hell is going on?” Nox sits up and rubs his eyes with his palms. “This better be fucking important, Lucian. You know how fucked up my sleep has been. And why are you all up in her face?”

“Alden stopped fucking his girl when she showed up, and I want to know why.”

“Why the hell are you acting like Nova has the answer? Or am I missing something?” Nox trades glances with me and his brother.

I ignore Nox’s question and tell Lucian, “You are so dumb.”

“What?” He has the nerve to look perplexed. I reach down and grab the blanket to cover myself up.

“You. Are. An. Idiot!” I say each word slowly. “You tear in here, accusing me of what? Sleeping with him? But it can’t be that, because you know I hadn’t been with anyone before you, you jerk. Maybe you think I was leading him on or teasing him. Is that it?” I struggle to get more blankets to wrap around myself. Both of them move around to help me, but I’m so mad, I don’t even care. “Well, you got me. All of this was an elaborate scheme to get close to you. I let you treat me like crap and push me around and finally have sex with me because that’s all a piece of gutter trash like me has to offer. I’m really just here for Alden, a guy who couldn’t be bothered to even eat a meal with me when I didn’t have a single person in the world who wanted me around!”

I’m standing on the bed, and I don’t even remember getting up or when I started yelling. They are both staring at me like I have a loaded gun pointed at them, and they don’t know what to do.

I give the blanket one final jerk to pull it out from under Nox, then spin to jump off the bed. “Wait.” He leans forward, trying to catch me, but I have anger on my side, so I’m much quicker. I slam the door to the bathroom and turn the lock, my heart racing and tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

“Shit,” Lucian curses flatly, but I hear it clearly through the door.

“Shit? That’s what you have to say? Christ, Lucian, do you really want her to hate you?”

I rush over to the tap and turn the water on full blast. I don’t want to hear what they are going to say about me or any of Lucian’s excuses. Why the heck couldn’t he just ask me about Alden instead of accusing me of… Did he actually accuse me of anything? I’m already questioning if I should be this mad.

As I glance around the room, I quickly realize what a dumb move it was to storm off. I have no clothes and nowhere to go, and I probably wouldn’t leave even if I did. Even pissed off, I know there’s no other place I’d rather be. When I get a look at myself in the mirror, I think I hate myself just a little for the weakness.

The light tapping on the door only a few moments later interrupts my loathing, giving me something else to focus on. “What?”

“Can I come in?” I can just imagine Lucian on the other side of the door, his jaw set and shoulders slumped. We really aren’t healthy for each other.

“No, I’m pooping.”

“You’re lying. You always turn on the shower when you’re shitting,” he challenges.

“Ugh, you are so nosy.” I groan in frustration. I thought I was slick, pretending I was just taking a longer shower.

“You’re the one who brought it up.”

“Go away. I’m mad at you.” And myself.

“No, I like it when you’re mad, and this isn’t mad,” he argues.

“Now you’re going to tell me how I feel?”

“If you try to lie to me, I will.”

“I am mad.” I sulk under my breath.

“I am an idiot,” he replies with the same tenor.

“I know!”

“Good, we agree on something, now open the door.”

“I’m not ready to see your stupid face.”

There’s a thud on the door, then the sound of something sliding down. “You mean pretty face.”

“No, I said what I meant.” I turn the water off. It’s not doing any good anyway, since he’s practically on top of the door.

“You make me crazy,” he says, “irrational, unreasonable, and fucking homicidal. I can’t stand the thought of losing you or how you make me feel. I don’t always deal with that the way I should.”




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