When he found what he found, he alerted my parents, and my mom came running up. The fact that it was my mother and not my father who saw me like that, is probably the one consolation that I could take from this.
Then came the crying, the beating, the screaming while the whole world — or at leastmywhole world — watched, and Lucas dragging me inside.
And fucking telling me the truth.
Showing me his true colors.
I’m not sure who called 911 but whoever it was probably saved Lucas’s life, much to my dismay. Because before that, I was hell bent on killing him with my bare hands. I washell benton exacting revenge on Reign’s behalf.
On how for years, Lucas took advantage of him.
Foryears, he let Reign suffer. He let Reign be tortured and be agonized over the fact that he wanted me, his best friend’s girl. All the while spreading rumors about him.Lyingabout him to me.
But then as I said, I made a grave mistake going after Lucas like that.
So when the cops came, I did everything that I could to correct it. I did everything that I could to convince them that I loved him. That everything that happened was consensual. Everything that happened between us last night was sofarfrom that ugly, horrifying word that Lucas was accusing Reign of, that I didn’t even know how anyone could’ve thought different.
How anyone could’ve thought that it was anything other than love.
I was loving him, and he was loving me even though he didn’t know it.
That waslove.
It has always been love, this thing between us.
They still took him though.
And now I can’t get ahold of him. He’s not returning my texts. He’s not picking up my calls. An hour or so ago, my calls started to go to his voicemail.
Despite what my friends say, I think I know why.
I think he’s done with me.
He was done with me the night I told him that I loved him. He came over to tell me that,to prove to methat it was over. And just because everything went to pieces yet again, doesn’t mean that he’s changed his mind.
So yeah, it’s over.
And I think I’m dying.
I would’ve too. Standing here at the bathroom sink, staring at my pale and lifeless body in a pink dress, my trembling legs would’ve given in, and I would’ve dropped dead to the floor, if I hadn’t heard a knock at the door.
“Echo?” Jupiter goes, urgently. “Whatever you’re doing in there, which I know is not what a bathroom is used for since you know I’ve got those senses, you need to come out. Right now.”
I grip the edge of the sink. “I’ll be… I’ll be out in a second. I —”
“No, not in a second. Right now.” She even jiggles the knob. “Get out here. Right the fuck now.”
“She’s right,” Poe says, knocking at the door. “Get out here.”
Which is followed by the same sort of commands from Callie and Wyn. And confused and also alarmed because who knows what new hellish nightmare this is, I open the door.
“What’s —”
Jupiter grabs my hand though, cutting me off, and begins to drag me. She takes me out of my room, down the hallway right to the landing and yet again, I want to ask what the hell does she think she’s doing.
But suddenly, I don’t care.
I don’t care about anything, not a single thing in this whole world, except that.