Page 61 of Play Dirty

Zayden

She saw something. She’s not okay. Shaking n crying. Bringing her to T.

Buzz.

Zayden

U need to fix this

I squeeze my eyes shut, my jaw locks so tight I can hear my teeth grind. My hand moves down my face, the smell of her lingers on my skin trapped under my flesh like a brand.

You need to fix this.

His words echo in my head, how the fuck do I fix that?

Behind me, Wyatt lets out a low whistle. “You did it this time.” I try to hold back the venom, it’s not his fault or truly mine but they will never blame the perpetrator for doing the abuse. The victim in this case is the one to carry the burden and the cross. “Thiago is on his way to them.”

I nod.

“Does Mr. J know what Shiloh saw?”

“No.” I grit out.

“Guess it’s gonna be hard to explain to her what she saw. It’s not like you can say you tripped and landed on daddy’s dick.”

I whip around so fast, he stumbles back. “Don’t” I snap. “Not with this.”

Wyatt shrugs, holding his hands up like he’s innocent. “Hey man, I was just trying to lighten up the mood.”

“You think this shit is funny Wyatt?” I bark out. “What the fuck is funny about this shit?”

He narrows his eyes, but says nothing. Good. I’m not in the mood for another fucking fight or him pretending like he understands what I’m going through. He’s another prissy white boy, who does whatever daddy tells him to do. He gets his hands dirty because he enjoys the stain on his hands. Nothing more.

“Let’s go.” I bark as I stuff my phone into my pocket, ignoring the next buzz.

We make it to the car in silence, the night spinning around me even though I stopped drinking a while ago. The cold air burns my lungs with every inhale. I rub my wrists against my thighs, trying to ground myself. But nothing works. Not this time.

Thankfully, Wyatt remains quiet.

My phone buzzes again.

This time I look.

Pulling the phone back out of the confine of the fabric.

Zayden

T has her. She almost got hit by a car.

Whatever is left of my heart shatters. It’s torn into nothing.

I wanted to see her. Explain. Tell her the truth but something tells me I’m the last person she wants to see. I can only imagine, if she thought I was shit before, now I won’t even be worth a second glance. Not even the chance to defend myself.

Fuck.

I slam my fist onto the dashboard, startling Wyatt but he continues driving. Closing my eyes, I rest my head against the window. The memory of her flashes like a strobe light, her body moving against me. Shiloh waited for me, wanted me, even if it was for me to use her, she wanted it. She wanted me.

She reached out and I shut her down once again. I left.