100. Chapter Ninety-Nine
Chapter Ninety-Nine
Xane
This vacation couldn’t get any more cursed. I’m having the craziest urge to jump in the jet and take it as far as it’ll get on the tiny amount of fuel that’s left in the tank. The thought of hurting anyone else if I crash-land for real is all that’s stopping me.
There isn’t the same issue if I decide to make a solo walk to the resort.
A few days in the wilderness by myself doesn’t sound like a bad idea.
I doubt anyone would miss me.
Besides maybe Riley.
Leaving him behind while he’s going cold turkey is pretty fucked up.
Especially since he’s an alcoholic because I couldn’t find a way to talk to him about his assault before now. We’ve had one heart-to-heart and I’m ready to run into the forest and abandon him with the lovebirds.
I feel like an asshole.
Maybe that’s because it’s what I am.
I move back from Riley with everyone else, letting him have some breathing room.
I turn around once we’re a few feet away.
“I’m going to make the trek myself,” I tell them. “We have limited food supplies, and we’re stuck here because I miscalculated the fuel for the jet. It’s on me to get us out of here, so that’s what I’m gonna do.”
“Why did I know you were gonna say that?” Kian mutters.
“It’s not on you, Xane. Mistakes happen. We’re in this together,” Trick adds.
“You can’t camp in the forest alone,” Scarlett says. “You’ll have no one to watch your back.”
“I’m definitely not shotgun on this,” Kian says quickly, putting his hands up.
Trick sighs. As usual, he’s the one willing to take a bullet for the team.
“If you’re insisting on doing this,” Trick starts, “I’ll go with you.”
Clearly, he doesn’t want to, and I don’t want to make him.
I’m sick of screwing up my pack brother’s lives with my actions.
This is something I need to do alone, and if they’re not gonna understand that I’ll just have to find a way to do it without them knowing.
“Hold up. Maybe I’m being hasty. We need to eat something soon, and we can see how Riley progresses in the next few hours. If he’s okay to move around, we could still go together tomorrow. It might stretch our food supply …”
“The sandwiches are probably only good for today,” Kian admits. “So, we’re already gonna be stretched.”
I give him a smile. “We’ll figure it out.”
We won’t have to, because when I see the right chance, I’ll leave without telling them.
They won’t get the chance to stop me, and I won’t have a chance to think twice about it.
“Now, where are those sandwiches?”