Page 121 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“I’m sorry,” I say guilty. “I was ready to leave, blood in hand, when I tripped and landed in Sylas’ lap. It woke him up, and he thought I was the other girl, but also thought I was me? I’m still not sure if he thought he was hallucinating or not. Anyways, I was not about to turn down the chance to have sex with him.”

“Ew,” she mumbles.

“So I took it,” I keep going. “And we ended up waking up Jasper, who dragged me over to the other couch and had his way with me.” I bite my lip, unable to hold back my grin. “Then Wesley woke up, pulled me off him, had his way with me, and then passed out again.” I shrug. “Strong drugs, that’s for sure, but it worked great.” I giggle.

“I’m glad you’re having all the sex.” She huffs, rolling her eyes. “Not jealous at all,” she says sarcastically. “But we have a girl who I have to keep knocking out waiting in the truck. Can we go deal with her?”

“Oh my god.” My eyes widen. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. You were dickmatized. It happens to the best of us. Okay, not me but some people, I’m sure.” She grabs my hand and pulls me towards the elevator. “But we need to go before she wakes up and takes off, and fucks everything up. Or before they wake up, for good.”

We take the elevator down to the main floor. Once we’re off, we check to make sure the coast is clear before darting out the back door.

“Tonight was so much fun.” I bounce in my seat as we pull away from the hotel. “So much better than I thought it would be.”

“I’d love to say the same, but after I dropped her off in the truck, I came back up to see if you needed any help and found younaked, riding my brother.” She shudders. “Thank god, everything on him was covered.”

I burst out laughing, the image of her seeing her brother having sex and her being horrified is too funny.

“It’s not funny,” she laughs, shoving at my arm. “I’m traumatized.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. You went through something rough, and I need to be supportive,” I say sarcastically in a sincere tone.

“Thank you!” she throws her arms up. “That’s all I’m asking for.”

We both burst into giggles.

When we get to the park, I quickly change into my Butterfly Killer outfit and mask.

“You sure you don’t need any help?” Callie asks.

“It’s fine. I don’t want to risk you being seen.”

“But this is the fun part.” She pouts.

“Next time,” I promise.

“Fineee.” She huffs.

Getting out, I make my way to the back and open the tailgate. Her feet are the closest to me, so I grab her legs and pull her body out of the truck. She hits the ground hard and groans.

“Shit. Sorry.” I wince, dragging her to the nearest bush inside the park. “Sorry to just slash and dash, but I have to get the blood ready for my tattoo. So we need to make this quick.”

She’s still passed out when I grab my knife and slide it against her neck, slicing it open. She starts to bleed out, the wound seeping blood and coating her skin red.

Using her shirt to clean the knife, I put it away and grab the butterfly, placing it on her lips. Then I pull the camera out of my bag and lie down on the ground next to her. “Sorry your night didn’t end up as good as mine did. But unfortunately, life isn’t always fair. To you. To me, it’s fucking amazing.” I laugh. “Now smiiiiile.” I snap the photo.

Sitting up, I shake the photo out, making sure it’s developed before tucking it into the neckline of her shirt.

“Gotta go. I’m sure it won’t be long beforesomeone finds you, so you shouldn’t get too cold. Byeeee.” I leave before darting back to the truck.

“All good?” Callie asks.

“Yup.” I toss the bag into the back.

I drop Callie off at home before heading back to my place.

“Hey, Skittles!” I greet him when I step into the room.