Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (best feel good books txt) 📖

"Was it you? You! I'm sure you said something to her, since she left like that! " Lana is getting hysterical, irritating my already inflamed imagination. I turn around frantically, noticing sister's things left in the closet.

What had to happen for Reenah to take off without an explanation?

"Matt, why? She has nowhere to go! Why did you send her away?"

"Shut up, Lana! I didn't do anything to her!"

Except for the fact that we fucked half the night. But shit... That can't be the reason, because she liked it. I liked it. Yes, we both flew off. She was moaning my name so hard I almost went crazy!

After Lana leaves the room, I take my phone out of my pocket and dial Reenah under Red's gaze. There are dial tones. First, second, third...

Come on, answer it! Just try to ignore me, I'll kill you when I find!

"Hello" Indifferent tone on the other end of the line stirs up inside a yet unexplained wave of doubt.

"Where are you? "

"At my friends. Why? "

" What? Are you fucking nuts? Give me your address. "

A cynical chuckle hits my eardrums.

"Why should I? Don't tell me you're going to come looking for me! Or... Oh, Matthew, did you think I'd be faithfully waiting for you in my bedroom in the morning? I'm sorry"

A voice full of mockery seeps into every pore, igniting something in me that I don't normally let out or let out during combat. Misunderstanding of the situation begins to heat up, and I hate it when I don't understand something.

"You were supposed to be sleeping next to me when I woke up"

Reenah laughs, which sounds too loud and harsh to me.

"Oh, well, I'm sorry I didn't live up to expectations. It's just that my gratitude didn't include continuing the night as well."

"What gratitude?"

"For saving me so heroically from the fight last night. I'm not a silly girl, I know there's a price to pay for that sort of thing. I hope the fact that I was a virgin more than compensated for your material losses."

My fingers crack from the force with which I squeeze my smartphone. I can' t breathe in or out.

"And so I wouldn't bother you with my presence anymore, I decided to go to a friend's house. I'll contact Lana and thank her for her hospitality. And, of course, thank you for the quality first sex. Good luck! "

Reenah hangs up the call. My head is throbbing. I slowly lower my gaze to the extinguished screen, and then slam the phone against the wall. Bitch!

Marina

I squeeze my eyes shut, dropping the phone right onto the couch. My eyes burn with tears, and my chest burns like it's been doused with sulfuric acid.

I knew he would call. I hadn't let the phone out of my hand all morning, repeating all the words like a mantra.

I grab the half-drunk glass of homemade cocktail from the table and empty it in one big gulp.

How many of these have I had? Three? Four? I've lost count. If I was sober, I probably couldn't stand the sound of Matthew's voice.

Such a bastard I wasn't going to show him my weakness. At least now I wouldn't look like a naive idiot in his eyes, spreading my legs because I was hooked on that asshole.

I'm hooked, aren't I? The mere thought of him having fun with that Mia tonight hurt almost physically. I'm used to coping with all kinds of pain, and I've been hurt more than once. I could withstand the moral blow as well, but the one that Matthew inflicted knocked me down and made me fall to my knees on the ground. So many years of defending myself from scums, and in the end, I gave myself up to one of them for his own personal use.

"Reenah?" Vikky shows up on the doorstep with a cigarette in her hand. - Did you talk? Hey, what's up?

My friend sits down next to me on the couch while I try to blink. I tuck my legs under me, and it's painfully tight between them. The aftermath of sex with Matthew is sure to remind me of itself with tugging feelings for a few more days.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

"Who called?"

"No one."

"If it was no one, you wouldn't be sitting here with red eyes. Spill it!"

I look up at the girl I've slept with on the neighboring beds since I was a little girl. Vikky. We were fighting for our place in the sun together. She was diligent in her studies, but she went to clubs diligently, too. I don't know how she managed to do everything at once, but she even got into university for free. But, as it turned out, she didn't make it. She was expelled a few months ago. The result of the sad event imprinted on her once attractive face a stain of doom. From a bright girl she had turned into a semblance of her former self. There are bruises under her eyes, her gaze is lost, and her hands are covered in track marks.