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“I got you.” Nash holds out his hand to me while reaching in to give the driver something. “Keep the change,” he says as I take his hand and step out of the cab.
A gust of wind makes my hair fly around me, and I shiver. “It’s cold.” I look at him, feeling like my whole body is going to fall. I take one step with him, and my knees finally give out.
I’m expecting to land on my ass, but Nash wraps his arm around my waist and holds me up. “I got you,” he repeats, walking toward the glass door. “You’re okay.” I don’t know if I’m okay.
“Pretty sure I’m not okay,” I mumble to him as we step into the elevator when my knees buckle again.
“Do you want me to carry you?” he asks when the elevator doors open, and I shake my head.
“I can do this,” I state, not sure if I can do this. I take one step and then stop when I see Zoey there. Her face is white like a ghost, her own tears running down her face.
“Zara.” She closes the distance to me, wrapping her other hand around me. “Zara.” She says my name again as they walk me into their apartment. “What the fuck happened?” I don’t know who she’s asking, me or Nash.
“Let’s get her to the couch before she says anything.” He looks at Zoey, who nods as they walk with me to the couch. She turns me to help me onto the cushion. I plop down on it, letting my body go. My purse falls to the side while my phone slides to the floor and away from me. “I think she might be in shock.”
“You think? She looks like a fucking zombie,” she hisses at him. “I’m going to kill him.”
I put my head back on the couch and close my eyes, which makes it even worse because all I can see is Daniel and Sarah. “I think I’m going to be sick,” I finally say, and the two of them spring into action. Nash runs to the hallway while Zoey rushes to bring me a trash can. I have enough time to grab it before I vomit until nothing is left inside me.
“Here.” Nash hands a wet facecloth to Zoey, who grabs it from him and wipes my face.
“Are you going to be okay?” she asks, and I look at her, my eyes filling with tears, making it hard to see. “I promise you are going to be okay.” She doesn’t get a chance to say anything else before there is a buzzing sound. “Those are the girls,” she explains, and I sit up.
“No.” I shake my head. “Not my mother. I can’t.” I look around for an escape route.
“I didn’t call your mom. I called Sofia, but she was with Gabriella and Ryleigh,” she says. I relax back on the couch for a second before the door opens, and the three of them rush in. They take one look at me before they stop in their tracks.
“What happened?” Sofia asks, rushing over to me.
“It’s over,” I reply, looking ahead in a daze.
“Okay,” Gabriella says, taking off her jacket and tossing it to the side. “She needs a drink.”
“I don’t think she needs to drink anything,” Zoey refutes.
“She needs a drink,” Sofia repeats. “Do you have any sweet tea?” she asks of the concoction her grandfather makes special for us.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Zoey warns. “That stuff is?—”
“We have tequila,” Nash interjects from the side.
“That should work.” Gabriella comes to squat in front of me. “We need you to get out of your jacket. It has vomit on it.”
I look down at my jacket, not even realizing I threw up a bit on myself. I start to get up and shrug the jacket off me before plopping down again on the couch. “We need to get her in the shower,” Ryleigh suggests, “and then maybe she’ll snap out of it.”
“Here,” Sofia says, coming back into the room and putting a glass of tequila in front of me. “Take a sip of that,” she urges. I bring it to my lips and just take a sip, but then I shake my head and hand it back to her. “Okay, so where is Daniel?” she asks, sitting on the couch beside me.
“I don’t know.” I laugh and shock them with the laughter. “I left him at home.”
“Did you guys get into a fight?” Gabriella asks, holding my hand.
“Not really.” I look at the four of them. “I came home early,” I tell them. “Apparently, too early since I caught him fucking Sarah in my bed.”
A collective gasp fills the room. “That motherfucker.” Zoey springs off the couch. “I’m going over there right now.” She walks to the door when Nash grabs her around the waist and pulls her back.
“Zara,” Gabriella urges, “look at me.” I look at her. “What did you say?”
“I didn’t say anything really. I asked him how long it was going on.” I try to recall the conversation, and bits and pieces are coming to me. “I think he said three years.” I shake my head. “That doesn’t make sense, right?” I look at them. “Like I would have known if he was fucking her and me?” No one says anything as I sit up. “Like, how the fuck did he do this for three years and I not even know?” I shake my head. “How dumb am I?”
