Chapter 17
Phil
Crack.
She slapped the s**t out of me. I deserved it.
Crack.
She slapped me again.
Wyatt grabbed her.
“Syd, calm down,” Wyatt said to her, while holding her away from me.
“Syd, I’m so sorry,” was all I had to offer.
Her eyes watered and she turned to run out, but Wyatt stopped her.
“Syd…I”
“Hey Sydnee…”
I dropped my head as Marisol walked over. Sydnee lunged at her, but I caught her.
“Get your hands off of me,” she spat. “You don’t get to touch me. I should have listened to them, you bastard.”
“Syd…”
“Shut up.”
“You’re right, Syd, he is carrying a pretty package,” Marisol smirked.
“Shut up, Marisol,” I said.
“Why, you enjoyed my mouth a few minutes ago.”
“Yeah, because it was full and you couldn’t talk.”
“f**k you Phil.”
“In your dreams sweetheart.”
