*ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE*
I didn't need her in my life. I didn't want to drag her into my already fucked up reality but my selfish desires fucked everything up. She was so god damn sexy. So tempting, that soon what I didn't need, I wanted.
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If any errors please let me know as I didn't have time to go over this chapter. TIA 😁
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My fingers have been hovering over my keyboard for over an hour as I read and reread my sisters text. What possible excuse could I give as to why I can't call her and tell her I'm fine? I wish I wasn't a terrible liar because then I could dial her number and convince her I'm still staying at Sims and that we had a great night.
No, instead i'm an awful liar and my sister knows when somethings up. She's like a dog with a bone when she thinks somethings not right. One of her least appealing qualities.
It doesn't help I can feel Easton glancing my way every so often from the drivers seat. Having his eyes on me makes me feel more anxious. If only I had my medication I could pop a pill and not have to feel any of this anxiety or guilt about lying. A temporary solution for a much more complex problem but it'd help me feel better at least.
"Stop," I say into the silent vehicle, my eyes still on my phone screen with my thumbs hovering as I fumble for an excuse. Fuck, should I just call and get this over with?
"Stop what?" Easton snarls, already on the defensive.
"Stop glancing at me and saying nothing. You're making me nervous."
"I'm making you nervous? You haven't took your eyes of that phone for an hour. Just type a response to your sister and be done with it already." He winds down his window and then lights a cigarette, temporarily taking his hands away from the wheel to light it. Then he continues to drive with one hand on the wheel while he brings the cigarette to his lips.
I wave away the smoke that comes near me and glare at him. "I'm trying to come up with an excuse! One wrong word and my sister will know something is off, okay? Now can you put that thing out before you poison my lungs."
Reluctantly, he takes one last drag as if to provoke me and then throws the bud out the window. "Tell her Sim is asleep and you don't want to wake her up. You'll call her in the morning."
I give him an unsure look. "You think she'll buy that?"
"Fuck if I know but hurry up and tell her something otherwise she will grow suspicious and I don't want the police tracking you to my door, understand?" The condescending look he give me makes me want to strangle him but instead I give him another glare and type a text to my sister before pressing send.
"You're such an arse." I grumble, finally putting my phone away.
Easton merely smirks as if to say he doesn't give a shit what I think. "We're here." He parks the car in a dim parking lot just outside an apartment building.
