Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“You think? She looks like a fucking zombie,” she hisses at him. “I’m going to kill him.”
I put my head back on the couch and close my eyes, which makes it even worse because all I can see is Daniel and Sarah. “I think I’m going to be sick,” I finally say, and the two of them spring into action. Nash runs to the hallway while Zoey rushes to bring me a trash can. I have enough time to grab it before I vomit until nothing is left inside me.
“Here.” Nash hands a wet facecloth to Zoey, who grabs it from him and wipes my face.
“Are you going to be okay?” she asks, and I look at her, my eyes filling with tears, making it hard to see. “I promise you are going to be okay.” She doesn’t get a chance to say anything else before there is a buzzing sound. “Those are the girls,” she explains, and I sit up.
“No.” I shake my head. “Not my mother. I can’t.” I look around for an escape route.
“I didn’t call your mom. I called Sofia, but she was with Gabriella and Ryleigh,” she says. I relax back on the couch for a second before the door opens, and the three of them rush in. They take one look at me before they stop in their tracks.
“What happened?” Sofia asks, rushing over to me.
“It’s over,” I reply, looking ahead in a daze.
“Okay,” Gabriella says, taking off her jacket and tossing it to the side. “She needs a drink.”
“I don’t think she needs to drink anything,” Zoey refutes.
“She needs a drink,” Sofia repeats. “Do you have any sweet tea?” she asks of the concoction her grandfather makes special for us.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Zoey warns. “That stuff is—”
“We have tequila,” Nash interjects from the side.
“That should work.” Gabriella comes to squat in front of me. “We need you to get out of your jacket. It has vomit on it.”
I look down at my jacket, not even realizing I threw up a bit on myself. I start to get up and shrug the jacket off me before plopping down again on the couch. “We need to get her in the shower,” Ryleigh suggests, “and then maybe she’ll snap out of it.”
“Here,” Sofia says, coming back into the room and putting a glass of tequila in front of me. “Take a sip of that,” she urges. I bring it to my lips and just take a sip, but then I shake my head and hand it back to her. “Okay, so where is Daniel?” she asks, sitting on the couch beside me.
“I don’t know.” I laugh and shock them with the laughter. “I left him at home.”
“Did you guys get into a fight?” Gabriella asks, holding my hand.
“Not really.” I look at the four of them. “I came home early,” I tell them. “Apparently, too early since I caught him fucking Sarah in my bed.”
A collective gasp fills the room. “That motherfucker.” Zoey springs off the couch. “I’m going over there right now.” She walks to the door when Nash grabs her around the waist and pulls her back.
“Zara,” Gabriella urges, “look at me.” I look at her. “What did you say?”
“I didn’t say anything really. I asked him how long it was going on.” I try to recall the conversation, and bits and pieces are coming to me. “I think he said three years.” I shake my head. “That doesn’t make sense, right?” I look at them. “Like I would have known if he was fucking her and me?” No one says anything as I sit up. “Like, how the fuck did he do this for three years and I not even know?” I shake my head. “How dumb am I?”
“You are not dumb,” Gabriella snaps. “You trusted him.”
“They were always together in the corner laughing about something,” I tell her, “and it was always ‘I had lunch with Sarah’ or ‘I’m going to scout clients with Sarah.’” I slap my forehead with my hand. “Good God, it was right in my face.”
“Isn’t she married?” Sofia asks. “Like, we met her, didn’t we?”
“She is, and she just gave birth to her third child six months ago,” I say, and now it all is just spouting out of me. “Those are probably his kids,” I say. My phone rings, and I look down, seeing it’s him.
“Don’t answer that,” Zoey instructs while Gabriella squeezes my hand.
“Do you want to talk to him?” She ignores the hiss that comes out of Zoey and Ryleigh. “Ignore all of us and focus on yourself right now. Do you want to talk to him?”
“Want to talk to him?” Zoey blurts out. “That motherfucker could be the father of Sarah’s kid.”
It’s then that I snap, “Two of her kids.” I get up and grab the phone. “Her other kid is two, and the oldest is three.”