When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(109)

Once I walked out of the living room leaving Kennedy crying and Violet probably wishing death upon me, I find Amanda leaning against the hallway wall. She has a shit eating grin on her face. I know exactly what she wants. Amanda always had a go to sign for when she was ready to speed things up between us. See the biting of her lip and the gleam in her eyes? That’s the sign that her panties are soaked.

“Overhead your little argument with that adorably na?ve girlfriend of yours. Do you feel better now that you realized that the guy you’ve been pretending to be with her isn’t who you actually are?” she asks pushing off of the wall as I make my way against her lean body.

Damn, I’ve missed this body. She’s the type of girl I’m supposed to be with. She’s easy and doesn’t ask any questions unlike…Kennedy.

“What do you want Amanda? Because I’m in search of a large bottle of liquor and I don’t need your shit tonight,” I run one of my fingers over the exposed skin on her midriff as I speak knowing very well it will rile her up.

What the fuck are you doing?

“Well speak of the devil, look what I have here.” Amanda pulls a bottle of rum out from behind her back. Lord knows where she had been hiding it. “Would you like some?” She raises a flirtatious eyebrow at me.

Oh, I definitely want some.





Chapter FiftyOne



-Kennedy-



Breathe.

Take a breath in Kennedy and let one out.

He didn’t mean what he just said. He’s just drunk and upset. He has a right to be upset with you.

Remember that and don’t forget it.

I’m learning the hard way that it might not have been worth losing him to save him. In the end I didn’t save him at all. It just sent him into a tail spin that led him straight to the bottom of a bottle of 100 proof. How could he say the things he said to me after everything we’ve been through? I saw the look in his eyes. He meant them. He meant every last one of them. It hurt like hell to see the hatred behind the eyes that usually only shine softness for me.

“Kennedy, you need to sit down before you pass out,” Violet demands sounding frightened of what she just witnessed. Her voice is muffled and seems as if she’s far away between my harsh intakes of breath I have to remind myself to take. I’m struggling to gain the upper hand on this meltdown.

“I’m fine. I’m okay,” I lie. I’m beginning to feel lightheaded. Violet’s whispering in my ear to take small breaths. A few minutes pass as I get my breathing under control.

“Kennedy, what the hell just happened? Graham walked in here drunker than I’ve ever seen him and then he’s yelling at you about you not keeping your mouth shut. Explain to me what the fuck is happening before I freak the hell out on someone,” Violet questions with concern laced through her words.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I lean my elbows on my knees and rest my head in my hands. I feel Violet rubbing my back in attempt to relax me. The last thing I want is to be around anyone right now. I have to stand up. I know it’s a bad idea when I feel the lightheaded feeling coming back with a vengeance. I sit down just as quickly as I had gotten up.

“Dan, grab Kennedy something to drink. Preferably something with zero alcohol…that’s the last thing she needs.” Violet turns to face Dan. He nods leaving the room heading towards the kitchen.

Dan comes back a few moments later with a red cup. He looks at me sympathetically as he hands the cup over. I sniff it before taking a drink. It’s just water. I down it in a few quick gulps. I throw the cup on the coffee table standing up feeling a little less lightheaded and a little angrier after letting it all settle in.

“Where are you going?” Dan asks quickly just as I am about to round the corner to head towards the kitchen. He stands in front of me to block my path. I can still feel everyone’s eyes on me. Too upset to care.

“I need fresh air and I don’t need a babysitter,” I snap pushing his arm up to duck under his protective stance. I’m, in reality, going to look for Graham.

“Kennedy, I don’t think you want to go in the kitchen.” Dan looks at Violet having a silent conversation. He isn’t telling me something. What’s going on in the kitchen?

“I’ll go with you out front,” Violet rushes over to me trying to drag me towards the front hallway.

I stand my ground yanking my arm from her grip. Hell bent on figuring out what all the whispering and knowing glances are for.

“Violet, whatever is in the kitchen can’t stay hidden forever. Whatever it is I can handle. I’m a big girl.” I walk down the hallway with Violet and Dan whispering to each other behind me.

I’m sure it’s just an illusion, a figment of my imagination. Everything’s in slow motion. All of the voices in the house are hushed as I pass by groups of people standing around whispering to each other. Some look at me with pity while others have smirks on their faces. As if I’m not part of some inside joke. It turns out I’m so far from the joke that it isn’t even funny. I am the furthest from it all.

Amanda’s sitting on the counter top with her legs spread far enough for Graham to be nuzzled in between them. Her short denim skirt is hiked up to her hips. I can see a hint of her bright pink panties. Graham’s back is to me which I think I’m thankful for until Amanda opens her mouth. Standing in the doorway just staring in fear of moving, in fear of being noticed. I can’t seem to force myself to look away.