Sinfully Devoted by Amber Torney
Chapter Eighteen – Phoenix
“Come on Phee Phee, snap out of it,” Paige chided as she flopped down on the sofa next to me. Picking up the remote to the television, she started to flick through the channels. “I didn’t suggest a girls’ night only to have you sit there feeling sad and sorry for yourself.”
It wasn’t that I was ungrateful, I just should have followed my instincts. When Paige suggested that we have a girls only night, I should have insisted that it be at the beach house. I could see that she was trying, and I really appreciated the efforts, but I just wasn’t ready for it yet.
The hotel room was more like a palatial suite. On one wall, there was a huge T.V. screen that overlooked three large cream sofas. A wet bar was to the left of that. Behind the sofas were two doors, one leading to a bedroom, while the other opened onto a bathroom. The last was a wall of windows that overlooked the city. The view was beautiful, and had it been any other time I may have been able to appreciate it in its entirety. Unfortunately, I was still stuck in my head.
“Why don’t you give her a break?” Cami retorted. The two of them had been going at each other for the last few hours, and as much as I appreciated her effort, Cami was only making it worse. “You’ve been on her case since we got here. Can’t you see she’s been through a lot already? She doesn’t need you telling her how to feel.”
The two of them stared at each other, both looking just as pissed as the other. It was starting to get old, and I didn’t really want to have to play referee if it got ugly. It was the last thing I needed. Getting up, I decided to make use of the bath tub. I needed to get away from everyone. I wanted time to gather my thoughts, work through my shit, without people telling me what I should and shouldn’t be doing.
“Where are you running away to?” Paige snapped at me. Her words came out a little harder than I think she intended them to.
“Wasn’t aware that I needed to ask permission to take a bath,” I answered. I was starting to get annoyed with all the shit. But the one thing that really stuck was the accusation that I was running off. “Would you like me to ask you when I should eat, too?”
“Phee, I didn’t mean it like that,” Paige tried to apologise, but I wasn’t having it. She wanted me to snap out of my sad funk? Well, she fucking got her wish.
“No? Ever since we got here you’ve been coming at me,” I yelled, heaving, as I tried to control my erratic breathing. She had finally pushed me over the edge, and now I was angry. I was angry at her, at the guys, hell, I was angry at the world. The cards I’d been dealt so far fucking sucked.
I watched as a smile started to spread across her face. What the fuck was she smiling at? How was any of this a cause to smile? Was this chick crazy?
“Now there she is,” Paige said, as she made her way over to me, standing right in front of me. “I knew she was in there somewhere.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I questioned. This chick fucking confused the shit out of me, and I wasn’t sure if I liked that or not. Shaking my head, I backed up towards the bathroom door. I needed to calm down before I did or said something I’d really regret. “You know what? Fuck this.”