“Fair enough, I deserved that,” she says, still rubbing her cheek. “But I’m not the only one at fault here, Little.”
I let out a mock laugh and turn to leave. Forget this, I didn’t sign up to listen to her tell me how her being a shitty person is my fault.
“Wait!” She chases after me and against my better judgment, I stop by the door again. “Please, let’s just talk about this. I’m not saying it was all your fault, I know it’s mostly mine, but just let me speak. We have to work this out. You can’t be mad at me forever.”
“The hell I can’t,” I say, turning back to face her. My hand still stings from hitting her face. I wish I felt sorry, but I don’t. The anger I was trying so hard to keep under control is raging through me now. I’m Skyler fucking Thorne. I don’t take shit from any guy, yet I’ve taken more than a heap from the girl standing in front of me. I’m done.
“You’re a bitch, Ex. I’m your Little. Your Little. You’re supposed to take care of me, to help me through college, to be my mentor in all things. Instead, you wrapped me up in this twisted game that you knew I was uncomfortable playing and when it was all finally over and we could move on, you gave me one last jab with your knife like the last thing you wanted to see was for me to come out of this whole mess alive. I don’t owe you anything, Erin. Nothing.”
“I know that, okay?!” Erin screams, taking a few steps toward me. The tears in her eyes start to pool feverishly, glossing over her chocolate irises until just one blink sends them cascading down her cheeks. “You think I don’t see that what I’ve done is pathetic and disgusting? I can’t even talk to anyone I know about how I feel because I’m ashamed to admit what I asked you to do. And on the cruise? Yeah, I made one of the worst choices of my entire life, Little. I fucked up.” She chokes a little, succumbing to her tears. “And I am so, so sorry. I’m sorry for what I asked you to do, for the way I’ve treated you, for what I did earlier this week. I’m sorry for all of it. I love you, Little.”
I swallow back the emotion rising in my throat and try to focus on my breathing. I still love my Big, even if she did pull a colossal bitch move, but I still don’t have words to say.
She wipes the tears from her face, soaking the sleeve of her shirt in the process. “But you hurt me too, Little.” She sniffs, looking me straight in the eye now. “You could have stopped this. You could have told me from the beginning that you couldn’t do it, that you didn’t want to. At the auction, I told you before it even started that we didn’t have to do this. You could have stopped it. And when I was getting caught up in Kip and thinking everything was working, you could have warned me that it wasn’t. You could have told me the truth. But instead, you snuck behind my back and pulled him back to you. You played your own little game so that you could come out of this whole thing unscarred.”
“You threatened me with the presidency!”
“And you knew that with or without me, you could get elected! Stop trying to make it sound like you were defenseless in all this, Sky. You didn’t stop it, and you damn sure didn’t do anything to make it right in the end. You would have never told Kip. Yeah, it wasn’t my place to tell him, but he deserved to know. If you two are going to be together, he should be able to choose to be with you knowing the truth.”
“God, do you hear yourself?” I throw my hands up, exhausted with the conversation. I’m sure half the house is listening to us behind the doors of their rooms by now. “You manipulated me, Erin. You know what, I will give you one thing – I should have stopped it. But I couldn’t, I didn’t have the strength – not until after Kip made me realize to stop caring so much about what you and all the people on this campus think of me.” I shake my head, realizing how big of a mess this whole thing truly is. “I don’t know if I want to be president next year. But if I run, it will be because I want to. Not because our family has been in this room for as long as anyone can remember, not because everyone would talk if I didn’t run, and damn sure not because you want me to.”
Erin nods softly, the tears slowly drying on her face. “Look, I don’t want to fight anymore. I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for everything. I know it’s not going to be like a light switch for you to forgive me, but please just tell me you’ll try. I’m human, I made a mistake. But I love you, Sky. And whether you think I do or not, I love you regardless of what you wear, who you’re with, or what position you hold.” She gestures to the other rooms down the hall. “We all do. We’re your sisters, Skyler. You may think we judge you based on those things, but we don’t.”
I swallow, fighting back tears of my own now. “I love you, too, Big. And I forgive you. I’m not ready to move back to where we were before, but I’m willing to try if you are.”
Erin smiles, more tears flooding her eyes as she nods.
“But don’t ever put me in this kind of position again, Ex.”
“Never.”
I pause, nodding for a moment. “Okay.”
“Okay,” Erin says, still smiling.
I turn and leave her room without saying another word. When I open the door to mine and Jess’s room, the girls all scramble to get back into bed without me noticing.
And they fail miserably.
“You guys didn’t hear any of that, did you?” I ask, smiling.
“Nope.”
“Not a word.”
“What?”
They all speak at the same time, trying to keep an innocent look plastered on their faces. I shake my head and laugh as I jump back into bed with my Little. Hitting play on the remote, I settle in and try to block out the thoughts in my head for a while.
“We really do all love you, Sky,” Jess says, leaning up. “Regardless of everything else Erin said and did, that part was true. I don’t care if you wear pearls and a dress or a muumuu, you’re still one of my best friends and I’ll always be there for you.”
“Ditto,” Ashlei says.
“Me too,” Cassie agrees, pulling me in for a hug.
I smile, hugging her back. “I love you girls, too,” I say, looking at all of them. Reciting a line from our symphony, I put two fingers over my heart. “My sisters are there always, through harmony and strife. KKB forever…”
They all return my smile, placing their fingers in the same placement as mine as they finish it out.
“KKB for life.”
Kip is different.
I don’t know how else to describe it. He’s physically here – he cooked me dinner, held me close while we watched a movie, kissed me just as slow and sensual as ever before loving me between his sheets – but mentally, he’s gone. And for the life of me, I can’t figure out how to pull him back to earth.
“Are you sure we’re okay?” I ask for what has to be at least the tenth time. I’m sure it’s annoying, but it can’t be half as frustrating as him avoiding whatever it is that’s bothering him.
We’re still lying in bed, our bodies tangled up together. He pulls me in a little closer and kisses my forehead. “We’re fine, babe.”
“Just fine?” I lean up to look at him. He sighs, gently moving me off of him as he stands and pulls on his boxers. I watch as the muscles in his back ebb and flow with the movement, pulling me in a trance.
“Sky, please, I’m asking you to just not push right now.”
My stomach aches at his words. I hate this. We’re not fighting, but something is off and he won’t tell me what. We’ve never been here before. We’ve been pissed at each other, sure, but all those times we’ve been apart. Now we’re together and something is wrong, but what?
“Are you still mad at me? For the Erin thing?”