Don't Let Me Fall(63)

neck. Mmm, I want him.

Where the hell is this feeling coming from?

“Wow, and you’d think you’d be upset over your mother,” a whiny bitch voice said. I tore my eyes off Logan and glanced at Valerie staring at me with a smirk.

“Get lost,” Aimee snapped. “And don’t f-ucking run your mouth.”

“I’m just saying,” Valerie said flicking her hair over her shoulder. “Your mom died like four days ago.” And the bitch had to remind me.

“Don’t you have someone else to bother?” Juan asked her. When the hell did the four amigos show up? And Darren? It was just the twins, Alyssa and I.

“Whatever. It’s just weird,” Valerie said.

“You know, you just ruined my mood,” I said shifting back into my seat, grabbing my purse. “I’m going to go. I’ll talk to you later,” I said to Logan and anyone that I end up

texting later. Whatever possessed me to attack Logan is still inside of me, wanting out. I can’t ignore the way my lips want to feel against his. The way my body wants to shiver

underneath his fingers. And the way he’ll feel in between my le–

“You tend to walk away from things,” Valerie said behind me. I rolled my eyes and kept walking. “Does that explain why you f-uck random people in an alley?” I stopped walking

and prayed to God she did not just say that. She didn’t. She doesn’t know. “Get in, get out. No names.”

I glanced over my shoulder and found her smiling at me. I turned around and walked over to her. “I’d stop talking if I were you,” I said, trying not to snap.

She knows. How the f-uck does she know?! The article. Adam found it. This airhead could probably search for things on the internet too.

“You must have felt like shit,” she said laughing. “While you were having sex, your friend was getting stabbed.” No, she wasn’t. The article just stated it that way to make me

look like the bad person.

I see people staring at us. People are standing up.

“Do you not care about anyone, Rebeckah? Just yourself. And finding some guy to f-uck? First your friend dies then your mom. Both times you had your tongue down someone’s throat.

Trashy.”

You’re nothing but trash.

And just like that, I snapped.

I barely remember moving, the noise, the hands grabbing me. I blacked out for a few seconds because when I looked around, Valerie was on the floor, holding her nose and my right

hand has blood on it.

I took a step back as I saw the blood running past Valerie’s hand, dripping onto her sweater. I did that. I punched her. And I’m pretty sure I broke her nose. f-uck, I didn’t

want to do that.

I lost it.

I shouldn’t have lost it.

“I’m sorry,” I said snatching napkins off a nearby table. I dropped to my knees and tried to help her but she shoved me back.

“Don’t f-ucking touch me, bitch!” she snapped.

“Don’t f-ucking snap at me,” I said throwing her arm to her side and bringing the napkins up to her nose. “I warned you but you kept talking.” I’m not a complete bitch. I’m

helping her.

Tears ran down her cheeks but she stayed quiet.

“Bring that shit up again and I won’t be so nice,” I threatened. I don’t want to hurt her but she said those things and since I’m having a hard time dealing with those things

right now, it’s a touchy subject. “My life has nothing to do with yours. And while you’re at it, stay the f-uck away from me,” I said standing up. “And go to the hospital. You

have a broken nose.”

I walked away as people went to her.

I wiped my knuckles clean but blood was still on them so when I got on the train, I hid my hands in my pockets. When I got to work, I washed them and tried to forget about what I

just did.

I shouldn’t have snapped.

But she kept pressing it.

She made it worse.

People ordered drinks left and right and I was envious for awhile. I want to sit back and drink until I’m numb. I don’t want a buzz, I want to drink until I can’t feel shit.

It was around seven when I saw Victor walk into the bar. And he was smiling. If anyone knew how much he disliked Valerie for spreading her legs and tempting him to f-uck her,

causing his relationship with Aimee to fail, they’d understand why he’s smiling at the person that broke the hoe’s nose. He’s to blame too for that but come on, when a woman

wants a man, she does everything in her power to get him. Sometimes men can’t control how their dicks react.

“You’re lucky she’s not pressing charges,” Victor said sliding onto a stool. “And everyone gave the cops a heads up that she started it. NU police don’t want to have to arrest

you for assault.”

The school police should arrest me. I’m a danger to society. I ruin people’s lives. I hurt people.

“Your boyfriend’s worried about you.”

My eyes caught his as I started making a dirty martini for an older woman to my right who is busy hitting it off with a guy that is probably seven years younger than her.

“Okay, probably wrong choice of words but he is. And the shit Val said is the reason why he’s not here.”