Stained

Chapter 161

AUTHORS NOTE: Sarah's book Tarnished is out now!

"I've got the..." I trail off at the frustration in Hannah's voice as she speaks to Sarah.

"Seriously, Sarah, do I look fucking stupid to you. She said, what do you whores — Plural — do? Pass around the Hunter brothers'? Again fucking plural. And then you went and automatically presumed Hazel and Damien as if Hayden doesn't have a third brother. Dariel... Who you know about too. More than Damien 'cause I seldom talked about Damien when I worked for Hayden."

"Hannah—."

"Dariel would be the obvious choice too. He's sweet and caring just like Hazel. He's respectful and kind and—."

Sarah's composure snaps. "Okay! Okay! I get it. Chill."

From my position on the opposite side of the aisle, I'm able to see one of Hannah's arm's move, indicating she's crossing her arms over her chest. "Cut the bullshit. And start talking."

Sarah's eyes turn wide and imploring. "It was one kiss. That's all." 

I almost drop the contents in my hand on the ground. Sarah kissed Dariel?!

Hannah blows out a long, guttural breath that could be heard from ten aisles down. "Did you sleep with him?"

Sarah makes a weird face. "What about one kiss says I slept with him?"

"How did it happen then? Where?" Hannah's voice is laced with barely suppressed rage.

I'm brought back to Hayden's house, how close she and Dariel were, how much she cared and fought for him, like one would for a little brother. The exact same way she acts when it comes to one of us. Hannah is a protective mama bear and she makes sure anyone and everyone knows it.

However, there seems to be a clash now, between two people she deeply cares for.

Sarah's nonchalance flickers for the briefest moment with hesitation. "I was drunk and I was dancing at a party and he came up behind me and started dancing with me. It made me get all hot and bothered and it was dark so I didn't see his face and we kissed. Dude and I weren't exclusive at the time and I kind of used him to get back at him," she spouts out the words as if she's reading a grocery list aloud.

"You use- When was this?" Hannah's shoulders heave with her huge breaths. With her back to me, I can only imagine how angry she looks.

"Last weekend..." Sarah trails off, seeming scared.

I can feel her fear, having experienced it many times myself. Hannah can be pretty scary when mad. More so when the rage is directed at you.

"Okay," Hannah nods her head multiple times. Suddenly it halts and she asks with a raised shocked voice. "Dariel dances?"

Sarah rolls her eyes and as they are returning to their original position, they land on me. "Hazel!" She exclaims, jumping back as if she's seen a ghost.

Who in this case would be me?

For a split deranged second, I wonder if I slipped on the spilt milk whilst I was getting the strawberries and hit my head and died. I look down but I'm not transparent. Are ghosts transparent?

'Ha, you're not that lucky and sadly neither are those whom you're a burden to.'

Their words slam against my chest. I fight to keep my face normal since Sarah is staring at me like... nope not going to instigate a cruel response from the voices. 

"Hazel doesn't dance..." Hannah trails off when Sarah jerks her head a little in my direction.

Hannah's shoulders turn ridged and she slowly turns around to face me. Her eyebrows jump dramatically on her forehead, mirroring her voice when she calls my name, "Hazel!"