The Bad Ones

Rain Doesn't Wash It Away

Feeling overly pissed and, to be honest, a little crazy, I stormed into the hotel room, making everyone inside jump a little. Mason was most likely still at the restaurant, or on his way here.

"Hey, you okay?" Mar asked.

I didn't answer. Instead, I stood in front of the t.v., blocking their view, and Mar and Drey already knew I was about to explode, so they got up and sat on the bed.

"Okay, you," I pointed toward Carter, "are so fucking selfish, it's unbelievable. Who the fuck do you think you are to just get up and leave!? We are a family, we stay together! I don't give a flying fuck about what you can or can't handle!"

Next was Veronica.

"And you! After my dad died, you came up to Drey and Mar, and told them that he must've killed himself because he didn't want orphan daughters. That is why you and I will never be friends, no matter who you're related to or how many fucking times you apologize! They are my sisters and I will never forgive you for making them feel like shit! It took me six months to help them realize you were just a low-life, snotty, materialistic, class A bitch! So, no, I cannot just 'get over' what happened between you and I!"

Then came the last of my victims. In fact, he walked in just in time.

"Oh, and Mason Grey. How fucking dare you come into my life, make me hate you so damn much, then get me to date you, just to tell me you're going to fulfill Carter's wishes!? You weren't dating Carter, you didn't have to give a fuck what he wants! You were with me, not him! Why would you be such a dick now!? What's wrong with you!?"

My rant was over, but I was so not over all of this. Carson frowned and crossed her arms.

"Carter's leaving?" she asked, eyeing him herself.

Mar stood up and shut off the t.v., "I think we should all get packing so we can go home."

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We got home around five in the afternoon the next day. Getting our cars from the garages were hard because I broke in to get our keys, as pissed as I already was, then was scolded by the security. They let me go fast, however, because I was emitting the kind of anger that everyone in this town knew not to fuck with. Once inside the house, I dropped my crap by the door, and everyone else filed in. Veronica and Lakefield were dropped to their dad's beach house on our way here, so it was just the group now. I walked into the living room, and they damn well followed my ass.

Drey tried to speak, "Bail-"

"Oh, no," I cut her off, "I'm way too pissed to even listen to anyone right now, so you're all going to listen to me."

They all wore frowns that looked to be almost permanent. Niko, Jason, Mar, and Drey threw glares at Carter every now and then because one: he's the cause of this, two: they were pissed that he didn't tell them he wanted to leave either, and three: he was doing it for a stupid reason.

"Here's what's going to happen," I continued, looking Carter in the eye, "If you want to leave, then go. But, Carter, if you do leave, I don't ever want to see you again. You can visit the others, but do anything and everything in your power to stay out of my sight. I don't want-"

"Princess-"

"Shut the hell up!" I cut him off. He shook his head, but listened. I went on, "I told you from the beginning that I-"