You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 177

 Harper 

"Do you need a drink?" I ask Easton.

He takes a look at his glass and says, “Wouldn't mind a refill, babe"

He hands me the tumbler.

"How about you?" I ask Ryan.

He checks his bottle of beer.

"Still got a half, I'm good for right now, but do me a favor, check on my girlfriend, I haven't seen her in like ten minutes or something.” Now that I think of it, he's right.

It feels like it's been a century since Sadie disappeared to the bathroom.

“I'm on it," I tell both of them and I carry Easton's glass into the kitchen, making him another vodka soda and deliver it to him before I go to the downstairs bathroom.

There's a small line outside the door and I ask the person in the front, "Is Sadie in there?" He shrugs and replies, "I think it's Michael, but I'm kinda too drunk to remember"

Sadie isn't in line.

There's a chance she went upstairs to use Easton's bathroom.

That's where I'm going to check, but I'm going to get myself a beer first.

I go to his dad's private garage to grab one from his secret stash and open the door, flipping on the light.

"Turn off the light,’ I hear someone say the moment I look inside.

I immediately notice someone leaning against the wall halfway between the fridge and me.

That someone is my best friend.

And there's a guy pinning her to the wall, his lips all over hers, his hands moving up and down her sides.

“What the fuck?” I shout, my hands instantly shaking, my heart freezing.

They stop kissing and look at me.

My stomach churns when I see who it is.

"Blake?" I gasp and look at Sadie.

"Sadie, what the hell are you doing with him?" “Blake,” she slurs and her eyes widen, like she's just now realizing it's him.

Her hand flattens against his chest and she pushes him away from her.

At least she attempts to, but he doesn't move.

"H—how dare y—you.” She's a mess.

Drunker than I thought.

I never should have let her go to the bathroom by herself.

But it's too late.

And now ...

out with Blake? Oh

and tries to step

"I—I.

you

directly next to me,

chosen the worst timing

scene isn't as bad as it was

Still, it's bad enough.

hands are

lipstick is smeared all over

spilling down

cries, "I

thought it was

head, his teeth grinding together as

my best friend under the

don't want my brother to

brother to feel betrayed because his girlfriend was just making out with

Fuck.

"Ryan .."

I start.

to fucking murder you!" But someone comes running up behind Ryan, stopping him

on?" Easton

No one says anything.

for Sadie crying, we'd be standing in

better fucking answer

Ryan shouts, trying to wiggle out

the fuck is

him, Harper!"

what you saw because your face is telling me you fucking

I dont get a chance to say anything because Sadie moves away from

and—d it was dark—k.”

“And then I—lips"

Another hiccup.

name and I was sure

like he's about to explode when he says to her, "Did he take advantage of

off and says, “Answering the

take advantage of

hand on her forehead, her skin

"l don't th—think so.

I'm s—so drunk, Ryan"

my best friend

I know when she's reached her alcohol limit and we're

going to be sick," I tell everyone, and I move past the boys and grab Sadie's arm, leading her out of

hold on to me, I'm going to bring you into Easton's room

most of her weight, carefully guiding her up the stairs into Easton's room and close the door

a washcloth

Harper,’ she

cloth with cool

“It's okay.

better after this.” “Everything is

again and I hold her hair out of her face, rubbing soft

all right,” I

I do, Harp?”

Blake?" “Don't

to me, her black eyeliner running down

"Hate, hate, haaaaate me"