Beautiful Burn (The Maddox Brothers, #4)(41)

“Fuck me?” I said. “Who’s the one who passed me the mystery pill?”

“She’s never going to speak to me again. What am I going to do?”

“You’re overreacting, Sterling,” I said. “You’re being paranoid. Whatever you’re on isn’t helping.”

“I know this is your fault!” he snapped, his voice carrying through the trees between our homes. “You’re not just the town whore; you’re the world’s whore. Everyone knows who to call for a f*ck if Ellie’s in town,” he said.

“Wait just a goddamn minute,” Tyler said, taking a step. I grabbed his coat, holding him back.

Sterling laughed. “What are you going to do, lieutenant bad ass? Change my mind?”

“Keep talking,” Tyler growled. “You’ll find out.”

Sterling held up his hands in mock terror. “Put that blue collar to work.”

Tyler took another step, but I put my hand on his chest. I turned to face him but looked down instead, ashamed. “He’s drunk. He’s upset. He lives next door. Just let him go home.”

Tyler’s jaw muscles danced beneath the skin, but he let Sterling pass, even after Sterling nudged him with his shoulder.

I trudged up the steps, using my keys to gain entrance to my parents’ home. It was quiet, every step and movement we made echoing through the halls.

Tyler closed the door behind us, and then followed me to the kitchen. “Your house looks a lot different this time.”

“Nearly empty?” I asked.

Maricela had left me a covered plate in the fridge with a toothpick flag on how many minutes it should cook in the microwave.

“Wanna share?” I asked. “It might be a day or two old, but at least it’s not an MRE.”

“Nah. You go ahead.”

I removed the foil and pressed the three. The light turned on and the plate began to spin, slow and steady. I was glad someone else was in the house besides me, but I didn’t want to turn around, afraid of the expression on Tyler’s face.

“What happened with you and Sterling?” Tyler asked. “Weren’t you friends a few weeks ago? Why was he saying those things about you?”

“Because it’s the truth,” I said simply.

“Bullshit. I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Why wouldn’t you?” I asked, turning around. “You’ve experienced it firsthand.”

“I just consider myself lucky that I happened to be here at the right time. We had fun, and we were safe. Anything beyond that is no one’s f*cking business.”

I laughed once, surprised at his response.

“What do you want me to say?” he asked. “If you’re a slut, I’m a slut.”

“You’re a slut, Maddox.”

“Not lately.”

I fought a smile just as the microwave beeped again. Tyler stood, removing my plate and setting it on the black and white marble island. “And you’re clearly trying to make some adjustments in your life. It’s just f*cking wrong for him to throw your past in your face.”

“Does eight weeks ago qualify as my past?” I asked, pulling a fork out of the drawer. I sat down, swirling the silver points around in the baked potato.

“This morning is the past,” Tyler said. “We can be totally different people today if we want. Fuck Sterling if he resents that you’ve changed. People like that are usually dealing with their own shit, anyway, and what they’re pissed about really has nothing to do with you.”

I felt a hot tear fall down my cheek, and I immediately wiped it away.

“Hey,” Tyler said, reaching across the island. “You can talk to me.”

“My sister? Finley? She’s in love with Sterling. That first-love love doesn’t go away.”

Tyler pointed his thumb behind him. “That douche? Why?”

“It doesn’t matter. He’s kind of a certifiable head case, but she loves him. She would be with him, but she’s holding off. She’s taking over my father’s business and doesn’t have time to be in a relationship. They want to be together. She’s fighting it, and he’s been miserable.”

“So how is that your fault?” Tyler asked, confused.

I wiped my nose with my napkin. “He had a … I don’t know … I was over there, talking about finding a new job. We were already drinking, and he had these pills. We took them … I don’t remember much after that, but we…” I nodded.

Tyler nodded, too, letting me know I didn’t have to continue. His face flushed, his teeth clenched. “He drugged you, f*cked you, and now he’s blaming you for it.”

I closed my eyes, and more tears fell down my cheek. So many hours of the day had been spent trying not to think of what I’d done and how it could have happened, that hearing Tyler describe it so bluntly made my chest ache.

“I shouldn’t have taken the pill. I didn’t even ask him what it was. I just popped it in my mouth.” My breath faltered. “Sterling loves Fin. If he knew that was going to happen, he wouldn’t have taken it, either. He’s just as scared as I am that she’ll never speak to us again.”

“That’s why you’re…” He gestured to me.