That motherfucking perfect scent.
I can't explain it, but it was all over me.
Burying my face deeper into the pillow, I smiled like a fool before I frowned, noticing that some arm was wrapped around my waist.
What the fuck?
Where am I?
I opened my one eye and looked around me.
Edward's room.
Oh.
Ohhhhh!
Opening my eyes, I slowly turned onto my back and gently pushed his arm off of me, only to have the kid grunt as he placed it back, seeming as if he didn't appreciate my idea at all.
Great. He's a coddler.
Oh, what am I fucking saying, I love sleeping with people.
Not saying that I fuck them or anything…
I'm just talking about the contentment of having someone in bed with me.
Looking over at Edward, who was snoring in the most adorable fucking way, I pursed my lips together, seeing as to how whenever a hair would fall into his face, he would pout.
It was fucking priceless.
I rolled over onto my side so that I was facing him as quietly as I could. Lifting my hand, I used the tip of my finger and ran it along his nostrils, trying not to laugh. "Stop," he groaned, his eyes still closed.
I ignored him and did it again. He opened one eye and distractingly smacked my hand away before he closed it again. I grinned and then narrowed my eyes at his closed ones as I felt his arm tighten around me. When the idiot's fingertips touched my ass, he sighed in satisfaction while I brewed in un-goddamn-satisfaction.
After a few minutes, he started snoring again and I smiled as I brought my finger to his mouth to trace the edge of his lips. Knowing that the shit would annoy my ever lovin' existence if it were done to me, I wanted to see if he would even notice.
Which, I mean, come on. How could he not, right?
While I was tracing his mouth, I smirked as his lips twitched at certain points.
I know that he didn't appreciate it, but he just kept on snoring.
After a few hilarious seconds on my part, his mouth snapped open before he took my finger in. "Hey!" I yelped. "Give me back my goddamn finger, you asshole."
He pushed my finger to the side of his mouth and bit the shit out of it. "Are you done?" he mumbled.
I laughed and then growled as he bit it harder. "Give it back." He shook his head as he closed his eyes. "You'll regret it, Cullen," I snapped.
He made a big show of opening his eyes up all wide and dramatic. "Oh, no. Bella is threatening me. I'm so fucking scared," he mocked.
He wants to play.
I'll play.
I threw the blankets off of my body before I rolled on top of him to straddle his motherfucking ass, which gave me the response that I wasn't expecting; a smirk, as he bit onto my finger, harder. I narrowed my eyes at him and he winked at me in return as he placed his hands over my thighs.
Placing my palms against his pillow, I made sure that I was in position.
Ahh. There is motherfucking i…
Well, God damn!
Shit. How the fuck could you miss that…
Okay, okay. Stop thinking about it, Bella.
But it's so b—okay, stop.
As his mouth fell open, I snatched my finger away from it at the same time that I rolled my hips into his morning glory.
And what a morning glory that it was.
He groaned, something deep in his chest. "Are you regretting it, Cullen?"
His fingers went to my hips before he stopped my movements. "You're mean," he whispered, narrowing his eyes at me. "And completely unnecessary," he added in some hurt tone as he pushed me off of him.
I looked over at him and snorted as he closed his eyes and placed his arm across his forehead. As he met my expression of amusement a few seconds later, he turned onto his side and faced me. With his elbow against the pillow, he rested his cheek on top of his palm. "Don't act as if you're innocent, Bella," he told my raised eyebrow. "You know what you were doing."
I bit onto my lip and grinned as his eyes followed the act. "Whatever do you mean, Mr. Cullen?"
He growled as he quickly got on top of me. "That's it, you're going to get it," he threatened, taking a hold of my wrists and placing them above my head.
I groaned and he laughed as he allowed all of his weight to fall on my body. "You big gorilla!" I choked. "Move your ass off of me, this insta—"
My breathing hitched to a whole other level as he started placing light kisses over my neck. "What do you want me to do, Bae?" he teased against my skin before he opened his mouth and traced my earlobe, with his tongue.
I half moaned and half goddamn groaned.
"Is this me regretting something?" he hummed into my ear.
Hiding my own smirk, I shook one of my hands. He let go of the grip that he had around it and I reached behind his head to grab a hold of his hair. His breath caught in response, his lips frozen against my skin.
I tugged on his hair a bit and he lifted his head, his eyes so...nice. As I pulled his face closer to mine, he licked his lips in some unconscious type of a way and lowered his gaze down to my mouth. Moving my hand to the back of his neck, my persistence wasn't needed as he continued to close the distance, and when his mouth barely touched mine, I fell back into my pillow and snored, loudly.
He laughed at my closed eyes, his breath uneven as it hit my face. "Well played, Bae."
My eyes opened when I heard a groan leave him as he rolled off of me. Laying on his back, I laughed at his tense jaw as he adjusted himself. "It's not fucking funny," he whispered angrily. "It physically hurts."
I laughed harder, and he narrowed his eyes at me. "Awe, does Edward have blue balls?"
"I hate you," he mumbled as he climbed out of bed.
With a grin, I sat up. "Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Blue Ba—hey. Where are you going?" I asked, seeing him pull on a shirt on.
"I'm going to get my dick sucked," he answered me as he bent down to pull his jeans on. With a raised eyebrow, he paused. "Unless, you want to do it for me, of course?" I stared at him in shock and he grinned as he finished getting dressed. "Well, get ready. I'll drop you off at your truck."
A couple of minutes passed by before he came out into the room, his expression a whole lot different as he saw me dressed and ready to motherfucking go. "Bel—"
I shook my head, calm. "Don't."
Running his hands down his face, he groaned. "No, I didn't me—"
"Don't care," I interrupted. "I would walk home, but I don't know where I am, so..."
"Uh…yeah. Okay."
"Thanks," I said, stepping to the side after I opened the door for him to lead the way.
Once we were in his car, I looked through my purse and pulled out my I-Pod. He looked over at me as I was untangling the wires of the earphones and I rolled my eyes. "Bella, I can't believe that I sai—"
I put my earphones in and hit play before I heard the rest.
After parking right next to my truck, he turned his body towards me but I stopped the kid as he went to talk with a shake of my head. "No need to waste your breath, man," I said, opening the door. Stepping outside, I shrugged. "I honestly don't give a shit about what you have to say," I finished before slamming the door shut.
When I got into my truck, my phone started ringing with Rose's ring tone and I groaned, but answered anyway. "Yeah?"
Silence, and I could have sworn that I heard sniffling. "Rose?" I asked, worried.
"Bella," she whispered, her voice scaring the shit out of me. "I don't know what to do!"
"What did he do?" I yelled into the phone. "I'll fucking kill —"
"No, no," she cried. "He didn't do anything."
"Why the fuck are you crying then?" I argued. "You never cry." I gritted my teeth as she remained silent. "I'm on my way, just leave the door unlocked, yeah?"
"Yeah," she mumbled.
When I got to her apartment and practically threw her door open like some crazed robber, I found Rose surrounded by tissue paper with her hair all tangled, and in motherfucking sweatpants.
This chick never wears sweats.
Looking closer, I noticed that her eyes were bloodshot from crying so much.
Shaking my head, I dropped my bag by the wall and closed the door. After walking over to the couch, I took a seat next to her and placed my elbows on top of my knees, hating the pure uncertainty that her demeanor held, as if she didn't know what to do with my presence. I sighed and grabbed a hold of her arms before I pulled her in to hug the mother loving existence out of her, and she let go and cried.
Leaning away from me after a couple of minutes, she shook her head. "I can't do this anymore, B. I love your brother more than anything in this world, but I just...I can't."
Taking a hold of her hand, I raised an eyebrow at her. "How long?"
"A while."
I nodded. "Tell me what happened, babe."
She looked away from me as she wiped her eyes. "I don't fucking know, it all just got...complicated."
"Complicated?"
She nodded as she lowered her head. "He hardly goes to the shop anymore, it's like he got a new job, or something...I don't know. He's just never here."
I shook my head, not getting it. A lot of shit just didn't make any sense.
Meeting my eyes, she frowned. "I know that he loves me and vice versa, you know that shit, but..." she paused to look away from me again, "Maybe he just doesn't love me eno—"
"Hey," I interrupted, grabbing a hold of her chin. "I'll fix it."
She brushed my hand away, looking all hopeless. "How can you, Honey B?"
Fuck this.
I'm done just sitting around, waiting for shit to get better.
He's playing this game, losing the one best thing that he has in his life.
I stood up and bent down to kiss her cheek, ignoring her raised eyebrow. "I'll fix it."
"Bella, you can't do anything to fix it."
Reaching the door, I looked over my shoulder. "You know that I love you, Rose, yeah?"
"I love you too, Bella."
I nodded as I opened the door and stepped outside. "I'll call you later."
When I got back to the house, I showered, got dressed, and just basically sat in my room for two goddamn hours, staring at the wall.
No one was home when I got here and for that, I was relieved.
It was still too motherfucking early to start my 'plan' but I had just about enough of staring at nothing so I stood up, deciding that I was going to go to this local bar that I heard about to kill the rest of my time.
When I arrived at Breaking Dawn, I put my truck in park and looked around. I heard that it was a quiet and peaceful bar so I figured…perfect, right? That was exactly what I goddamn needed right now. Walking inside the place, I noticed that it was filled with middle-aged people, and thought 'Thank God for that.' I didn't need some young assholes who thought of themselves as men bothering my existence.
After walking up to the bar, I pulled out one of the stools and took a seat, deciding that tonight calls for motherfucking whiskey. "Hey sweethea—Bella?"
Turning my attention away from the crowd, I smiled. "Esme, you work here?"
The lady impatiently motioned for me to get up and I grinned as I leaned over the counter to give her a hug. And then I snorted as she pushed me back, like that's enough, after giving my cheek a small kiss.
This one.
"I own this place, it's been passed down. But it's kind of boring to just sit back, so I bartend too."
"That's awesome," I told her, because it sure as hell was. "This place is real nice." Pointing up at the ceiling, I gave her a real smile. "I love the Christmas lights, too."
She winked at me. "Thank you, dear. Now what can I get for you?"
"Whiskey please," I told her quickly, no thinking needed.
Turning around to get the bottle, she smirked. "Bad day, yeah?"
I grimaced as she placed a glass in front of me. "Is it that obvious?"
"Not at all," she whispered with a shrug as she poured my liquor.
I brought the glass up to my lips as soon as she stopped and she laughed when I lowered the half empty drink back to the table. "It's just that I hardly ever see a small girl like you come in here and order whiskey," she whispered. Looking into it, she bit her lip. "And, drink it that quickly."
I cleared my throat before apologizing for my alcoholic ways.
She rolled her eyes as she poured herself a glass. "No apologies are needed," she whispered before taking a long sip that made me proud. "Everyone has their bad days and if they claim that they don't, they're all just lying out of their ass."
I laughed as I leaned back. "Nice."
My lady shrugged with a smile. "So, tell me. You and Edward. How long have you guys been friends?"
I rolled my eyes as I placed my arms across my chest. "I guess a couple of weeks, maybe even close to two months."
Placing her hands on top of the counter, she raised a brow. "How is he behaving himself?"
I looked away as I tried to think of what lies to give her. "Uhm..."
"Sweetheart," she whispered, grabbing a hold of my chin. "You can tell me the truth, honestly. The kid is an arrogant prick most of the time, I know. He takes after his father, who also shares that characteristic."
My eyes widened. "Uh, no…he's ama—"
She narrowed her eyes at me as her grip tightened. "Truth."
"Honestly?"
She nodded as her hand left my chin. "Honestly."
"Edward is an idiotic asshole, who is demanding, controlling, and possessive most of the goddamn time. The kid doesn't know how to take a hint and quit with his arrogance, thinking that he's all that in a bag of potato chips, which lets face it, he's not…but he is," I blurted out and then grimaced. "Too much?"
"Like I said," she replied, a grin overtaking her features. "No worries."
I groaned as I sat up, suddenly feeling bad that I talked to her like that about her son.
Her retarded son…but nonetheless, her son.
As I was about to apologize, she continued. "Edward has always been like that. Even in his young days when he didn't have the looks that he has now…he's always been comfortable in his own skin. At least of what I can remember. Maybe that's what drove the females nuts with the idiot, who knows."
I smiled, because I could so picture him as a little shit.
After taking a sip of my drink, I raised an eyebrow at her as she lifted her own glass up to her mouth. "Esme, if you don't mind me asking, what does Edward do exactly?" She choked on her drink and I yelped before I leaned over the counter to smack her back a couple of times. "I'm so sorry! I didn't me—"
She brushed me away with a forced smile as she shook her head at me. "No worries, dear. I'm okay." I raised an eyebrow at her as she looked over her shoulder, at nothing really. "Can you excuse me for a few minutes, I have to take some orders."
I gave her a quick nod before she walked away in a hurry.
Suspect, I tell you.
Taking out my cell phone, I looked at the time and noticed that it was almost nine, so I decided to start heading over to Andy's house. As I stood up, Esme came running over with a frown. "You're leaving?"
I nodded as I dug into my bag to pull out a twenty. Placing it on the bar, I grinned at her. "I have to go take care of something, but thanks for the whiskey. The Christmas lights, too, brilliant idea, dude...or uh, lady." She picked up my money like it was shit and held it out to me with narrowed eyes. "Esme, no, take it."
Leaning over the bar, she shook her head at me as she shoved it into my bag. "Don't even think about it, missy. It's on the house."
I went to dig it out again but thought better of it as she glared at me. Rolling my eyes, I lifted my hoodie over my hair. "Alright, fine. Be that way."
She gave me a wink before she turned around. "I'll see you around, sweetheart."
I snorted as I turned around and headed out of the bar, more than ready to start the shit.
Let the games begin, motherfuckers.
Christ, I could practically feel the goddamn music coming from the house as I walked up to the front door.
I'll probably go deaf by the end of this little act, man. It was that loud.
After I knocked, it was opened by Mrs. Leggy Blonde Hair, who was looking at me as if I ruined her life. I rolled my eyes at her unnecessary hate as I pushed myself inside, ignoring her feminine growl that imitated a cat in heat as I elbowed her side in the process.
Blue Eyes was sitting on the couch with Mrs. Crazy Red Hair, looking bored as shit as the broad kept on talking his poor ear off. There were a bunch of other motherfuckers here who I haven't ever met before.
They were all smoking, drinking, and trying to dance.
When I went and sat down next to Jasper, he didn't notice me right away so I nudged his shoulder. He growled at the interruption of his boredom before turning his head towards me. I raised an eyebrow at his lion ass before he leaned in to kiss my forehead. "Hey, when did you get here, Brown Eyes?"
"Just now," I said looking around. "Who are all of these fuckers?"
He shrugged, keeping his eyes on me. "I thought that after that whole shit went down with Andy, you stopped talking to the kid?"
Time to motherfucking play.
With a smirk, I stood up. "Oh no, you must have heard wrong, Blue Eyes. I haven't stopped anything." Looking around the room, I raised an eyebrow. "Speaking of which, where is he hiding?"
He narrowed his eyes at me. "Bella, what ar—"
Already bored with how the conversation was going, I patted the dude on the head before walking over to the kitchen. And the door? It was slammed open, by yours truly.
Simply because I needed to make a goddamn point.
Simply because I needed to make a goddamn point.
Andy, Emmett, James, and Edward — who had some unknown whore sitting on his lap — were all seated around the kitchen table, which was all motherfucking good and amazing. But what wasn't, was the shit that they were messing around with. My brother and that asshole James who I've met before, both had their credit cards out, frozen over the white powder that they were caught making lines out of.
Em broke out of his stun as he quickly lowered his hand down to his lap. "Kiddo," he started...
But I motherfucking grinned in interruption. "Well isn't this cute?" I asked, walking over towards them. "But I bet that it would be cuter," I gritted, placing my fingertips underneath the table before I lifted it, tossing the whole thing and whatever shit was on top of it to its side. "Just...like...that."
Andy, Edward, and Ms. I'll-suck-your-dick-for-ten-dollars froze as James growled, standing up with murder in his eyes. "You fucki—"
"I wouldn't finish that goddamn sentence," Emmett whispered, his voice and eyes furious as he looked at the idiot. Turning his attention back to me, he nodded towards the kitchen door. "Bella, go home."
I laughed as I headed over to Andy, who was frozen in shock. "Oh please, Em. I didn't come here for you." Giving the kid a wink, I placed my arms over his tense shoulders. "Hey, baby," I whispered, loudly.
Snapping out of it with a small shake of his head, Andy wrapped his arms around my waist. "Hey, baby."
"Baby?" Emmett yelled, incredulously. "Hold the fuck up. Baby?"
I looked over my shoulder and saw James smirk at me before he turned around and walked over to the counter with the unknown whore who was previously sitting on Edward. Edward, who sat there with a glare that was directed at me. Emmett?
Well, he was currently looking a little…purple.
I nodded as I grabbed onto Andy's hand. "Yeah, Emmett. Baby." Turning around, I started pilling the kid through the kitchen as I grinned at my brother. "As in…we fuck," I clarified in an obvious fib-a-roo, more than happy to add to his anger.
I heard Emmett's growl as I pushed the door open and the last thing that I saw before the door shut behind Andy and I was Edward grab my brother by his shoulders after he quickly shot out of his seat.
Letting go of the idiot's hand, I led us towards the hallway as Blue Eyes stood up. "Bella?"
Looking over my shoulder, I shook my head. "Not now, dude. Things to see, people to do."
After we walked into his bedroom, Andy locked the door. I raised an eyebrow at him and a second later, he pushed me up against the wall and stuck his tongue down my throat.
Like…is that really attractive to you, moron?
I pushed him away from me because I was seriously two seconds away from vomiting, and narrowed my eyes at him. "Andy, Christ! Chill out, yeah?"
Try not to puke, try not to puke.
"What?" he asked, in some serious need of oxygen.
"Just…chill the fuck out. As in, take it motherfucking slower."
His eyebrows scrunched together in absolute mystification and I rolled my eyes at him before I started pacing around the room, waiting for shit to hit the fan as I wondered why it was taking so fucking lo—
The pounding against the door interrupted my thoughts and I grinned. "Open up!"
Win.
"We're a little busy, Emmett...come back la—OH Andy!" I moaned.
The kid in the room with me had a bewildered expression written across his face as he scratched the back of his head. "Uhm, Bella?" I raised an eyebrow. "I didn't do anything to you yet," he whispered.
I looked at him as if he was an idiot.
Oh, what am I saying…he is a motherfucking idiot.
"Please don't tell me that that was Bella moaning," Em's voice hissed behind the door as the pounding continued. "Andy, man. God help me, open up this goddamn door, right now!"
I climbed onto his bed with clear intelligence and kicked Andy off of it before I started jumping, causing the springs to creak. "Oh shiiiiiittttt!" I screamed in non existent pleasure. "That's it, baby! Right there!"
"Emmett, stop!" Edward groaned on the other side before he cursed. "Are you seriously biting me?"
"I'm going to give you to the count of three, and then I swear I'll break down this goddamn door!"
I pursed my lips together, not wanting to ruin this shit by laughing, as I kicked my legs out and landed on my ass. After climbing out of his bed, I ran my fingers through my hair, wildly, before I repeated the act with Andy's.
And he just, raised an eyebrow at me.
Dumb-ass.
"One," Em started, his voice ice cold. "Two."
Grabbing onto Andy's hand, I kicked the door open, feeling kind of dangerous if I do say so myself. "Excuse us," I whispered breathlessly, pulling Andy out of his bedroom. "We both need to go and get some food to eat, you know, for the energy that we just burned."
Edward went to grab me but I took a hold of his finger and bent it backwards with a growl. He hissed in pain as Jasper pushed Em up against the wall when he went to attack Andy, who seemed as if he were in a daze, following behind me.
When we got into the living room, Andy said that he needed to go get something from his car and I just shrugged as I let go of him, like do what you have to do, I'm obviously done with you, moron. Sitting down on the couch, I narrowed my eyes at the two broads who were seated on the recliner, looking at me as if I was trash. "I'm warning you, bitches," I started before someone jumped on top of my body, pinning me against the back of the couch. Looking up, I growled at Edward. "Hey, man! Get the fuck off of me!"
He looked like he wanted to kill a motherfucker.
I tried pushing him off of me, but his strength against mine was beyond ridiculous. I was about to yell at him once again, but he slapped his hand over my mouth, prevention my words from coming. As I opened my mouth to bite him, he growled, bringing his face down to mine. "Bite me, Bella. I dare you to fucking bite me."
So I fucking bit him, like…okay, and he snapped.
He did the whole motion with his hands where someone acts as if they want to choke the shit out of you, which of course, made me laugh, because he really didn't need to be that goddamn dramatic. "I swear, man, if you weren't a goddamn girl, I wou—" he stopped his empty threats when we heard a clearing of a throat.
Sluts.
"Tanya, Vicky, unless you ladies want to be witnesses to this chick's murder," he paused and straddled me as I went to sit up. "I highly suggest that you women leave this area."
Uh, come again?
As they stumbled off towards the kitchen, I started smacking his chest. He took a hold of my arms and placed them down against the cushions, keeping them there with his knees. "What the fuck were you thinking?" he spat, pressing himself against me to hold my body still.
"What are you talking about?" I hissed.
"What are you playing, Bella?"
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, Edward." I growled.
He raised an irritated eyebrow at me. "You're fucking Andy, is that right?"
I looked away from him and rolled my eyes. "Yes, Edward. I'm fucking Andy."
"Bullshit."
"You're bullshit."
"I know the game that you're playing, Bella," he whispered angrily as he pushed himself off of me. "And, I'm telling you now, fucking stop."
Sitting up, I narrowed my eyes at him as I rubbed my arms. "I'm not playing any goddamn game," I spat before he laughed with no amusement. "And don't tell me what to fucking do. I'm my own person."
He gritted his teeth, his jaw tense as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "You're so stupid, man."
"Excuse me?"
"This whole thing that you have going on," he whispered as he started walking backwards, towards the front door. "Is going to get someone hurt. You keep that in mind while you fuck around, not playing any games."
Looking away from the kid, I rolled my eyes as I straightened out my clothes. "Whatever," I mumbled to myself, hearing the door open and close.
A minute or two later, Andy returned with beer and took a seat next to me as I ignored his entire being. After bringing two bottles out of the case, he uncapped them and handed me one. "So are we together or something?"
Looking over at him, I took a long sip. "Let's just take it slow, yeah? No need to rush into anything."
Sitting back, he nodded as he pulled me with him. "Cool."
Way to take it motherfucking slow.
James came out of the kitchen and smirked at Andy and I as he walked over to us. When he took a seat on my other side, I raised an eyebrow at him as he raised his own at me, like I said something. "Yeah?"
"Nothing," he whispered as he leaned back, letting his shoulder touch mine.
I took another swig of my beer before I looked away from him.
Here I am, sitting next to two motherfucking douches.
Fun times.
As Emmett and Blue Eyes came walking into the living room from the hallway, my brother tensed at the visual of Andy's hand over my knee and I smiled, enjoying his obvious displeasure. Reaching the couch, he pushed Andy aside with a laugh before taking his previous spot. Jasper followed suit — without the pushing — and sat in between James and I.
I sat up and looked at Em with narrowed eyes. "Uh, excuse me?"
He returned my expression. "You're excused."
Looking at Blue Eyes, I raised a brow. "And what are you doing?"
He shrugged. "I'm sitting on my ass cheeks."
Oh. Well played, motherfuckers. Well played.
Andy grew uncomfortable after a few minutes because of the glare that my brother was giving him, so he stood up with James following the action before they both took off towards the kitchen. As soon as the door closed behind them, Emmett grabbed a hold of my hand and pushed himself off of the couch.
"What the fuck, Em?" I spat, staying put as I grabbed a hold of Jasper's arm.
"Get up, B. Right now."
"Fuck off, Emmett. Right now."
Letting go of my hand, he placed his arms across his chest. "How long has this shit been going on?"
"How long have you been shooting up?"
Looking away from me, he shook his head. "I can't believe you, Kiddo."
"How's Rose?" I asked, changing the subject.
"What does Rose have to do with anything?" he asked, looking down at me.
I shook my head as I lowered it. "You're about to lose the one goddamn good thing that you have left in this world, and you don't even care."
"You avoid shit all of the time, B. I'm sick o—"
Looking up at him, I interrupted. "Emmett, tell me. When was the last time that you saw your girl?"
"What are you saying?" he asked with narrowed eyes.
"You're asking the wrong motherfucker, Em."
"Are you telling me that you think that I'm fucking around, with other bitches?"
I shrugged, placing my arms across my chest as I leaned back. "You're saying it, not me."
He lowered his face down to mine, taking me by surprise a little bit. "Are you?" he shouted.
Blue Eyes pushed him away from me as he stood up. "Come on, man. Let's smoke a cigarette." Emmett shook his head at me, shocked that I would even think that. As he went to pull me off of the couch again, Jasper placed himself in between us. "You need a cigarette, McCarty. Come on, yeah?"
He nodded after a second and turned around. As Blue Eyes followed behind him, he looked over his shoulder with a frown and I looked away as I mimicked the gesture, knowing that I hurt my brother with my goddamn words.
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