21 Hayden

PART THREE

“You have a dirty little mouth. I am going to fuck it.”

21

Hayden

The lights of the living room were on. Zara followed me wordlessly. I looked over my shoulder to make sure she could walk properly without hurting herself. She offered me a small smile, and I quickly looked away.

“Ah, Hayden… and Ivy’s friend,” my father said, standing up from the couch. “I am glad you are here.”

I glanced at Ivy, who had a blanket around her with heavy bags under her eyes. Zara walked towards her, ignoring my sister’s concern about the bandages on Zara’s knees.

“Why are you here?” I asked my father. “Ivy, you need to rest. Go back to bed. Did you eat?”

“I had some chicken soup.”

“Hayden, Ivy, I need to talk to both of you,” my father said, looking at Zara.

Zara stood up, “I will leave then—”

I stopped her. “Wait in Ivy’s room. I need to talk to you.” About the two men who had been following you and might have hurt you.

Zara peered at me from under her lashes and nodded slowly. My sister