Page 93 of Bound By Threads
“You go do whatever vengeance shit you need to do to feel better Roman,” I say, pushing past him with the towel draped loosely around my hips. “But me? I’m getting a pizza, and maybe a picture of this to send to her.”
“You’re pathetic,” Roman spits, storming past Elijah.
“Maybe,” I shrug, not turning back. “But at least I know how to take a joke.”
Elijah doesn’t say a word, just stares at me like I’ve personally offended him. And I wonder, just briefly, whether this was all a way of getting to him, too, or if this is just her warming up.
I toss the towel around my neck and snap a quick photo in the mirror, careful not to flash her my junk.
My chest, arms, and face are streaked like I walked through a crime scene. The dye’s already drying in patches, and I can tell it’s going to cling for a few days at the least. Roman’s probably going to scrub himself raw by then.
I swipe over to Lottie’s name in my messages.
We haven’t talked since she locked me in that closet. Still, I type out the message before I can overthink it.
Me
So… I’m guessing this was you?
I attach the picture. Hit send.
Wait.
Those dreaded three dots, then nothing.
I toss the phone on the bed, crack open a soda, and flop onto the mattress, still smiling. It’s not rage I feel—it’s admiration. It’s the first time in years someone has knocked Roman down a peg or two, and she didn’t just do that… she’s embarrassed him.
My phone buzzes, and I snatch it up fast.
Lottie
Was it that bad?
I grin.
Me
I look like I murdered a clown. But honestly… respect.
Actually… I kind of deserved it. Didn’t I?
Another pause.
No dots.
I run my red hands through my still-wet, still-red hair and exhale.
Screw it.
Me
Can we talk?
Please.
More waiting.
It’s not weird if I beg, right?
