35. Sammy
35
SAMMY
“ Y ou’re…pregnant?” Starling gasps.
“Yep,” I say, popping the P.
“Oh my god. That’s?—”
“Crazy?” I snap. “Well, isn’t that all of us? We should change the name of the house from Collinswood to Asylum because that’s what we all need.”
“But I mean accidents happen. Birth control isn’t one hundred percent. He might have hoped this would happen, but?—”
I interrupt her again. “Oh, he meant for it to happen. He drugged me, then had a doctor remove my IUD after he forged my signature for the consent form,” I tell her.
“Holy fuck,” Starling whispers.
“Why did he leave?” Sebastian asks, his voice calm, like we’re not discussing the most fucked-up stuff ever.
“After I found out how I got pregnant, I was shocked. I told him that getting pregnant wasn’t part of our plan, and when he asked what plan I was talking about, I told him everything. How Starling and I planned all of this. Well, except the baby and the tattoo. Those things are all him.”
“He was upset?” Sebastian asks.
“I don’t know. He looked at me like he didn’t know who I was, then he just got up and left.”
“Did he yell at you? Because he can’t yell at his pregnant wife,” Starling says, her voice becoming angry.
“He didn’t yell at me. He didn’t really say anything. He was so proud and happy that he got me pregnant, but then I told him what we did, and he stopped smiling. Apparently, being a psycho is only something to smile about when it’s him. When it’s me, not so much.” I shrug, a giggle bubbling from my lips. I’m trying to seem nonchalant. But I’m not. I’m either on the verge of laughing, screaming the place down, or bursting into tears. I’m just not sure which.
“He’ll come back,” Sebastian says calmly.
“He doesn’t get to leave,” I snap, anger finally winning the battle for my emotions and surging to the surface. “Where the fuck is he?”
“Do you want to try calling him?” Starling suggests softly.
“No, I don’t want to call him. Fuck him. He doesn’t just get to leave.”
“Hey, guys. Lunch is ready,” Hunter calls from the kitchen.
“I’ll call him,” Sebastian says.
“No,” I hiss, slapping his cell from his hands. “Don’t call him. Fuck him. Let him run. Now, I’m going to have lunch. I’m starving. Maybe when I’ve finished feeding the baby he put in my belly, I might decide to run away, and he can see how it feels if I’m not here when he comes back.” Turning, I march into the kitchen and sit down at the table, ignoring the looks on my friends’ faces.
An hour later he still isn’t back, and my cell is silent, absent of any calls or texts from him.
“Oh my god. You need to call him,” Starling explodes, the feet of her chair squealing as she twists to face me.
“I’m not calling him,” I say, crossing my arms and shaking my head.
“He doesn’t get to be pissed at you for what we did, when what he’s done is a thousand times worse,” she argues.
“Fuck him. I don’t care. I’m not going to chase him.”
“What did he do?” Bunny asks, keeping her voice low.
Until now, for the entire time that we’ve been eating lunch, I’ve shushed anyone that’s asked me what’s happened or where Evan is. “He drugged me, had a doctor remove my IUD, and then fucked me until he planted his fucking baby in me,” I shriek.
“You’re pregnant,” Clay, Hunter, January, and Bunny all say in almost comical unison.
“Yep.”
“And Evan is upset about that?” January asks carefully, her brows furrowed in confusion.
“No, he’s being a little bitch because he found out that Starling and I planned my fake engagement to give him a kick up the ass to finally show me how he felt,” I blurt airily.
“You and Drew were fake engaged?” Bunny asks slowly, her expression shocked and a little appalled.
“Fake to me, real to him. I never planned to go through with it, though,” I tell her.
“That’s cold,” Clay hisses.
“It took Evan two days to get him to dump me,” I snap. “If he loved me that much, he’d have fought to keep me and not walk away at the first shot Evan fired.”
“True,” Clay concedes. “So, where is Evan?”
“I don’t know, and I don’t care. He can go and fuck himself. I should be the one running, but I’m still here, even after he got me pregnant.”
“He’d never let you run from him, especially not now,” Hunter says, his eyes dropping to my stomach.
“If I wanted to run, I’d run. He’d never find me. I don’t have a tracker.”
“Yes, you do,” Sebastian says with an amused chuckle.
“No, I don’t. I know what they feel like, and I’ve checked. There’s no tracker in my neck.”
“You’re right, there isn’t a tracker in your neck. But that doesn’t mean you don’t have one.” His words are followed by a sly smirk.
“Excuse me,” I bark. “Where the hell is it then if it’s not in my neck?”
“If he wants you to know, he’ll tell you,” Sebastian says, with a shrug.
“Show me,” I demand.
“What?”
“If I have a tracker, show me it on the app.”
Pulling his cell from his pocket, he taps at the screen, then turns it around and shows me my name, next to a quickly flashing dot on the screen.
“Why is mine flashing quicker than the others?” I ask, looking at mine, then to the other labeled dots on the screen.
“You have more than one,” he confesses.
“More than one what?”
“Tracker. It’s flashing quicker because you have more than one.”
Staring at the screen, I try to process what he’s just said. Evan didn’t just put one tracker in me, he put multiple trackers. “Where is his dot?” I demand.
“What?” Sebastian questions.
“His dot. I see mine, Starling’s, January’s, and yours. So where is his? Where are Clay and Hunter’s?”
“They’re not active. Until I turned mine on for Starling, none of ours had ever been active. They were just for in case of an emergency if we were abducted,” Sebastian says.
“Turn his on.”
Sebastian looks at me oddly. “Why?”
“Because if he’s tracking me, then I’m going to track him.”
It’s rare that Sebastian outwardly shows how devious and crazy he is. But I see it right now. I see the gleam of excitement in his eyes at the way Evan and I are playing our game. When Starling and I made our plan, we changed the rules. I stopped being just a pawn to be moved around at Evan’s whim, and right now Sebastian is excited to see what happens next. He wants a new game to start. I wonder if Starling knows that.
Since Starling lost her shit on the guys after Bunny left and revealed a lot of home truths she’d been suppressing, Sebastian has been slowly smothering her, terrified that she’ll leave him. I wonder if she realizes how much he’d enjoy playing with her again. Maybe I’ll help Starling figure out how to start a new round of their game of life next.
“Let me call him,” Starling says, distracting me and somehow managing to sound like the voice of reason when she’s the one who suggested all of this in the first place. Before I can protest, she has her cell in her hand, tapping at the screen, and putting it on speaker. It rings twice before the call is rejected and sent to voicemail.
Arching a brow at Starling, I turn to Sebastian. “Turn his tracker on.”