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.

to know her and Ryan have hooked

She pauses.

to puke kind

"Hey. '

hand on her

with

be

“I hate her. '

her more.

the hallway, hoping

empty, no sign of Blake

they're doing in the bedroom? I mean, how long does it take to throw one night's worth of shit into

"Maybe they're fucking.

a nice, big

shouty sex you gave them

I won't ever recover

I say.

you feel as shitty as I do

"Sadie ... '

think you realize

I've

make you mad at Easton, have Ryan and

she's probably trying to tear the

pauses and there's a shift in her eyes, a pain

thinks

hand goes to her free

"Stop right there.

not going to let this

convincing she is, our guys won't

she said,

dead body.

be

Aisha says.

knowing how long she's been standing at the mouth of the hallway, but

what you're still doing here,

I spit at her.

be dumb enough to think we want you here—let me spell it out, in terms you'll understand: we despise you,

point at the

"Now. '

just salty because I fucked her

across

“Fuck you! '

I shout.

whore, I wasn't talking to you.

bag dropping from her shoulder, now resting on the floor, as her arms cross over

was talking

to

probably going to go into the kitchen and really get a knife this time, so I extend an arm across her body, stopping

right where you