{Ace}It happens so fast. The shiny blade slashes into her thin wrist cleanly. Blood seeps out the next second.“Kourt!”She raises the knife again. “Leave me alone! I want to die!”Snatching her right wrist, the knife falls to the floor, missing my foot by a bit. I slap several pieces of paper towels on the cut on her other wrist.“Let me die,” she mumbles, collapsing onto my chest.Without thinking twice, I lift her in my arms.“Get the nurse!”I yell at Jerry once I spot him in the living room. He swings into action without a word.“How is she?” I ask the nurse, standing away from Kourtney’s bed an hour later.The nurse shoves her tools into her bag. “She didn't lose a lot of blood. Thankfully, the cut missed an artery. She’s going to be fine.”I glance at Kourtney who’s fast asleep with a gauze wrapped around her left wrist. Her face is pale and dark bags sit under her eyes.Kourtney is a strong-willed woman. Messy breakup or not, the last thing I expected her to do was try taking
{Ace}“You have got to be kidding me, Kourtney.”Kourtney sinks into the sofa and crosses her legs. Her dress moves further up. “No, I am not. I’m here to stay, Jonny.”“Give me a minute, okay?” I say to Faith.My patience runs thin as I move to the living room. “What’s that supposed to mean, Kourtney? I thought I made things clear yesterday. Why barge in here now?”She glances past me. “I see that whore is still here.”“Watch your mouth! Don't you dare call her that!”Kourtney rolls her eyes. “Anyway, it doesn't matter. I am here to take back my rightful place.”“What the hell is wrong with you? I have moved on.”“How could you? I thought you said you loved me!”“You broke up with me, remember? You left me because you wanted to pursue your modelling career! What did you expect me to do? Sit still and wait for your gracious return?”“Yes!”What! How can someone be so arrogantly clueless? I always knew Kourtney to be so self-centered. When we met as 15-year-olds, she was sweet at first
{Faith}“Oops!” Kourtney covers her mouth. “Sorry…”The mocking smile on her face says otherwise.I bite my tongue, holding my scream. I shake my feet one after the other. The scald stings.Kourtney almost blinds me with her hair as she flips it back. “Listen here, Florence.”“Faith.”“What!” Ignoring her scowl, I repeat firmly, “My name is Faith. Not Florence.”“Same thing, bitch.” She snaps her fingers sassily. “I don't know what the arrangement is between you and my man, but you need to get lost.”I put the cup of the floor. God knows if I give in to the thoughts swirling in my head right now, things are gonna get really ugly.After taking a deep breath, I say, “If you have a problem with me being here, you should pick that up with Ace. I am not allowed to leave.”She scoffs. “I see you are one of the stubborn ones.”“Listen…” Her shadow on the wall towers over mine as she steps forward. I roll my shoulders back, sticking up my chest as much as I can.“He is mine!”“I heard you g
{Faith}Excuse me? Who are you?Ace pulls away from me. “Kourtney, what are you doing here? When did you get back?”He knows this woman? I watch as he walks to her with a look of calm surprise, not anger on his face.“I wanted to surprise you!” She jumps into his arms, pouting her lips.Ace pulls back his head. “Hold on, Kourt.”She stamps her feet. “I missed you to death. Didn't you miss me, Jonny?”Jonny? That’s his name? I don't know why, but it has never occurred to me before now that Ace is actually not his name. His real name sounds so...innocent.Ace rakes his messy hair. “I wasn’t expecting you to—”“Is it because of this bitch!” She shoots me a hateful glare.Regret flickers over Ace’s face as he glances at me. I clutch the duvet to my chest. So he has a girlfriend? Why didn't he tell me?“Hey, you!” Kourtney marches over. “Don’t just sit there. Get out!”She tugs at the duvet.Ace grabs her by the arm. “We need to talk.”“Let me go! I am not going anywhere.” She kicks and sc
{Faith}My breathing hitches. I blink hard. “What did you just say? You want me to—”“Sit on my face, Princess.”Oh…Ace stands up from the bed and walks over. He slams the door shut. Snatching my hand from the doorknob, he stares into my eyes. “I have been waiting all day for you.”My feet shuffle as he drags me to the bed. “Wait, let me tell you something.”“Shut up, stop talking.”His lips melt into mine. “I don't want us to fight anymore. I don't care if you still have feelings for that douche.”He grabs my breast, kneading it. “I will make you forget him.”My forehead bumps into his chest. I feel weak in my legs. Breathing shakily, “Why are you always doing this to me?”“Because you are mine, Princess. You always will be.”He picks me up. With one hand, he yanks off my panties as he takes me to bed. “Sit on my face.”Maybe it’s because of the way he said it. But I find myself straddling him. He pushes me up past his chest. The tip of his nose closes in on my inner thighs.It tic
{Faith}Allison’s gaze stretches all the way to the parking lot. Standing in the sun, Jerry’s lush beard glows like it has been dipped in red clay and glitter. His hair, which has grown longer since the first time I met him, cascades down his huge shoulders. Over his eyes are a pair of sunglasses. The fitted jeans and a blue striped T-shirt he's wearing fit him to the T.I’ll admit. Jerry is kinda good-looking. But isn't her reaction a little over the top?“He’s like a God! A ginger God!”“Oh, please! Now you are exaggerating.”“Girl! Are you blind!” She bites her nails. “Who is he? A freshman? Professor?”“That’s just one of Ace’s men, Jerry.”“Arrr!” She claws at him. “I want a bite!”“Sheesh! Don't you have a boyfriend at NYU?”“Don’t even talk about that scumbag. I am done with him.”I have heard that many times before. Allison has been with the same rich boy since 9th grade. Although he cheats on her all the time, she refuses to let him go. Charlie and I are already tired of advi