You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 102

Harper

As I'm in the bedroom, packing up my things, I hear a door slam and a long, drawn-out puff of air come from the other side of it.

There's no question in my mind who it came from, I know it's the room Aisha is sharing with Blake and I'm positive it's her reaction to Easton telling them their sorry asses need to leave.

I don’t know for sure that he kicked them out, but I can't imagine him offering a ride on his jet ski after the shit she just pulled.

The last few minutes have been crazier than I can handle.

First, I land on my ass, then Aisha accuses Sadie of chasing her with a knife, and then it's full chaos as we all speak over each other, trying to share our own sides of the story.

No one listening, no one trying to reason, everyone just pointing fingers.

There's only one person guilty here.

Aisha.

The minute she showed up with Blake, I knew our fun, relaxing weekend was over, and stress was about to ensue.

I don't care if the bitch makes the best French toast in the world, she needs to go.

As I hear her thrash around inside the room, I suspect she's getting ready to do just that.

Thank God.

I finish putting the last of my stuff into my bag and I make my way into the living room, sitting next to Sadie on the couch, a front row seat for when the parade of losers finally leave.

My best friend looks like hell.

Her hair is a mess, sticking out the sides of her hoodie as it's drawn over her head, some type of stain on her leggings that I didn't notice before.

“Are you all right? '

"I'm about to commit murder. '

She looks at me, her hands clenching on her lap, her lips grim, eyes so dark I can barely see her pupils.

"Honestly, how do you think I'm doing? '

Her mouth parts and she practically growls.

"A knife? Really? Like I would ever. '

I want to laugh, but I'm afraid she'll reach for my throat.

"I mean ...

you do want to disassemble her limb by limb, but a knife is a serious stretch. '

"She was trying to make me look like a psycho in front of my boyfriend. '

She sighs, wrapping her arms around her stomach.

her and Ryan have

She pauses.

puke kind

"Hey. '

on her shoulder,

been with

can be sick together.

“I hate her. '

hate her

hoping she'll be

sign of Blake

it take to throw one night's worth of shit into a bag and zip it up?

"Maybe they're fucking.

know, leaving a nice, big stain

sex you gave them as

won't ever recover from,

I say.

shitty

"Sadie ... '

you realize what Aisha

most manipulative bitch I've ever met in my

make you mad at Easton, have

she's probably trying to tear the

and there's a shift in her

thinks

goes to her free shoulder, clamping

"Stop right there.

to let

she is, our guys won't

about the things she said, therefore she’s already won.

my dead

wouldn't be

Aisha says.

whips in her direction, not knowing how long she's been standing at the mouth of the hallway, but obviously long enough to

understand what you're still

I spit at her.

we want you here—let me spell it out,

point at the

"Now. '

her

moves across her vile

“Fuck you! '

I shout.

I wasn't

shoulder, now resting on

was talking to

to

kitchen and really get a knife this time, so I extend an

where