Page 118 of Filthy Beautiful
I caught up to her in the hall.
She was wiggling the doorknobs on the double doors into my brother’s studio. It was locked, of course.
“What are you doing?!”
“I’m going in,” she said. Then she turned and strut away.
I followed at her heels.
“Shay, what are you doing?” I repeated.
“I just want to say hi.” She grabbed one of the dining room chairs and dragged it into the kitchen. She stood it in front of the fridge, climbed up onto it, and opened the cupboard above the fridge.
“Shayla! Donot.”
“Just relax,” she said, as she fished around in the cupboard. Then she pulled out the little jar that had the key in it, the one that would unlock the studio door. The one that was stashed there just in case of an emergency.
The one I’d made the mistake of telling my girlfriends about.
She hopped down from the chair, key in hand, and actually smiled at me. “Who knows how long it’s been since he had female company. Maybe he’ll be happy to see me.”
Then she walked right past me, back up the hall to the studio door.
I followed her. “Shay. Don’t go in there.”
She slid the key into the lock and turned. She was definitely going in there. She pushed the door open and stepped inside.
“Okay, just… don’t tell him I told you about that key…!” I hissed after her, but then the door shut and she was gone.
Shit.
I knocked on the soundproofed door, but obviously, Shay didn’t open it. No one could hear me knocking on the other side.
I tried the knob.
Locked.
“Bitch,” I muttered to myself.
I felt Larissa tiptoe up behind me. I turned to her and crossed my arms over my chest.
“Did she really….?” She glanced at the door behind me.
“You know she did.”
“Sorry. I would’ve stopped her if—”
“Whatever. No one could stop her.”
I headed into the foyer and straight to the stairs. “Are you okay?” Larissa called after me.
“I’m fine!”
I stomped up to my room and slammed the door behind myself. And locked it.
I flopped on my bed. The room spun a little and my head was kinda ringing. All the booze was making everything fuzzy and gross.
My phone beeped, and I dug it out of the pocket of my hoodie.
