Wicked princess

He jerks his head away. “Yuck.” Disgusted, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “W-w-what is w-w-wrong with you?” 

I’m not sure. 

All I know is he was hurting and feeling like no one was ever going to love him, so I wanted to prove him wrong. 

Because even though I don’t love him like that—I do love him more than anyone else in the whole wide world.  

He’s my favorite person. 

However, the look of repulsion he’s giving me tells me I seriously screwed up.

“I was just trying to help. You were sad so I wanted to make you—”

“Gross.” He jumps off the bed like it’s on fire. “You c-c-can’t do s-s-stuff like t-t-that, Bianca. You’re my s-s-sister.”

I’m about to pinky promise that I’ll never, ever do it again, but I can’t because he runs out of my bedroom, slamming the door behind him. 

Vomit races up my throat and I bolt upright, pushing Stone’s hand out of the way. 

Oh, God. 

What did I do? What the fuck did I do? 

“Are you okay?” Stone questions. “What just happened?” 

What happened is I’m sick. 

Sick, sick, sick. 

“I—” I try to speak, but bile fills my mouth. 

I was only trying to make Liam feel better, but there’s no way I can explain that to Stone. 

Or anyone for that matter. 

Because no one will ever understand. 

My intentions were good…but my actions were wrong. 

So very wrong. 

Oh, God. I can’t breathe. 

It’s too much. 

The old Bianca—everything she did—is too much for me to take. 

She’s like slow poison killing me piece by piece, and I want her gone. 

“Bianca,” Stone says slowly. “Did someone hurt you?”

I should deny it and tell him the truth. 

But I can’t because he won’t understand. 

No one will. 

I quickly button my pants. “I have to go.” 

He wraps his fingers around my wrist, halting me. “You can tell me anything.” 

Not this.

“Please stop,” I choke out. 

“You got it.” Kissing my forehead, he wraps his arms around me. “How about we just lay here for a little bit?” 

I drop my head to his chest, breathing in his scent. 

“You’re okay,” he whispers. “Everything’s okay.” 

But it’s not. 

Because I think I finally know the reason Liam didn’t come to me the night he killed himself. 

And I have no one else to blame but myself.