His mouth drops open. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“Right now? You. So I suggest you either do what I asked…or walk the fuck home.” I take another swig and it burns just like the first one did. “Choice is yours, asshole.”

Pants around his ankles, he looks between the both of us. “You bitches are fucked-up.”

That might be true, but at least I’m not a dumbass like he is.

“You have a hot girl ready and willing to fuck you and your pathetic cock and you’re standing here calling me a bitch.” I look at Hayley. “Call someone else. This loser and his stick dick don’t deserve what we’re offering.”

Hayley starts to get up, but Zack moves closer. “No.” In one fell swoop, he pries her thighs apart and thrusts inside her. “I’ll show you stick dick, you fucking cunt.”

I smirk as I take another sip. This time it goes down easier. “Is that all you got? If so that’s fucking sad, dude.”

He sputters another curse, his thrusts picking up speed.

“You’re welcome,” I mouth to Hayley, but she’s too busy getting plowed the way I’m craving to be fucked.

If I ever did ever let anyone fuck me that is.

Unfortunately, my pussy is as picky as I am and won’t settle for just anyone.

It’s why I let Hayley do all the dirty work for me.

She gets to have some fun, and I get the satisfaction of knowing she’s no longer Oakley’s pristine angel.

Picking up my phone, I snap a quick picture of them and add it to my blackmail folder.

Sighing, I take another sip of the amber liquid. “You’re gonna have to do better than that, Zackie.”

He fucks her so hard the car rocks.

Evidently, he does know how to work that thing after all. Good for him.

Head buzzing, I leave them to their fuckfest. “I have to pee.”

Neither of them say a word as I wander into the forest to find a place to pop a squat.

Using the flashlight on my phone, I locate one next to a tree.

After doing my business, I pull some hand sanitizer out of my purse and turn to walk back to the car.

Only, I can’t…because all I see are trees.

I have no idea where I am or how to get back.

No big deal. I’ll just call Hayley.

I dial her number and bring my cell to my ear, but it goes straight to voicemail.

I sit down on a nearby log so I can think, but it’s pointless. My head is buzzing and everything around me is moving in slow motion yet rushing past me at the same time.

“Guess it’s just you and me, buddy,” I declare to the bottle before I take a large gulp and place it down.

I peer at my surroundings. It’s not so scary out here. Kind of peaceful actually.

Hell, if I had a sleeping bag, I’d contemplate spending the night.

I go to reach for the bottle again, but it feels…scaly.

I scream, nearly jumping out of my skin when I see the small black snake coiled around it.

I bolt out of there, running as fast as my legs can carry me.

Which isn’t very fast because holy shit. Everything is spinning.

And…is that a cliff?

I bet if I walked to the edge of it…my death would be peaceful.

Unlike my mom and Liam who definitely didn’t go peacefully.

I stare down at all the jagged rocks I’d hit on the long way down.

I can’t even see the bottom. Not so peaceful after all.

Then again, maybe it’s what I deserve?

Jace and Cole are happy now. They have Dylan and Sawyer to take care of them.

I bet they’d hardly even miss me.

Not like I miss them.

“You promised,” I scream to the stars as tears lodge in my throat.

Liam swore he’d never leave me, and she vowed to take me to India for my eighteenth birthday for our mother-daughter trip…

But here I am…all alone.

“They broke their promises.”

“What?” a voice that sounds a whole lot like Oakley’s barks in my ear. “Who? What the hell are you talking about?”

I stare at my phone in confusion because I don’t remember calling him.

“They…I don’t—” my words come out so slurred I’m probably not making any sense. “It hurts.” I can taste the salt from my tears. “I can’t do it anymore, Oakley.”

“Where are you?”

“Standing on the edge of a cliff.”

Wondering if I’ll end up in heaven or hell.

If I’ll ever get to see them again.

“Jesus Christ.” Oakley exclaims. “What cliff? Where?”

It’s funny how he’s pretending to care when we both know he doesn’t.

“I don’t know.”

It’s the truth. This is Zack’s spot, not mine.

“I swear to God if you don’t tell me where the fuck you are—”

“I’m not sure. Near a forest somewhere. I think I passed a waterfall thing. But there was a snake wrapped around my bottle and I ended up running.” Another wave of dizziness washes over me. “Now leave me alone so I can find my bottle of snake, you fucking asshole.”

“Yeah, you’re definitely trashed.”

“Don’t tell my brothers.”

They’re overprotective enough and if they find out about this, they’ll no longer let me hang out with Hayley.

I have to keep scoring blackmail on her.

“I’m pretty sure I know where you are, but I’m gonna need you to do something for me.”

“What?”

I’d do anything for him. Anything in the whole wide world.

“I need you to get the fuck away from that cliff.”

“Why?”

I need to know he cares.

Or better yet…why he stopped caring.

“You’re not stupid. You know why, Bianca.”

He hasn’t called me by my real name in forever. Usually, he refers to me as Satan or Lucifer.

He used to call me his baby girl. Just like my mom.

“You called me Bianca.”

An irritated groan breaks free. “I’m on my way. Do me a solid and get the fuck off that cliff before something happens and Jace and Cole kill me.”

With that, he hangs up.

I fish around my purse for the mini bottle of Malibu rum Hayley asked me to hold earlier.

It’s no Jack Daniels, but it will help numb the pain.

Hopefully.

“Holy shit.”

“I know,” Stone murmurs against my mouth. “I love kissing you.”

Kissing him is nice and all, but that’s not what I was referring to.

I can’t believe I was standing on a cliff drunk in the middle of the night.

And out of all the people in the world I chose to call when I was at my lowest…

I called him.

That has to mean something, right?

“What time is your next class?”

Stone glances at his watch. “In about fifteen.” Leaning down, he whispers, “I can be quick if you want to go back to your dorm.”

Ugh. I’m officially the worst fiancée in the world for turning him down.

“Can we take a rain check?” I gesture to my phone. “I’m supposed to meet Sawyer and talk about wedding planning stuff.”