“The quiet is nice though,” Jake teases. I turn and glare at him, and he chuckles. “What? It is nice.”
“She doesn’t have to talk,” Billy says. “Maybe she’s decided not to say anything unless it’s not bratty.”
“Oh, she’s mute forever,” Lance laughs.
“You’re a dick,” I say with a frown.
“There she is,” he says with a smile.
“I don’t understand why anyone gives a fuck if I talk or not,” I snap at him and pull away.
“Because we care, Sadie,” Dean says, gently pulling me to him.
“Yeah. Yeah.Everyonecares,” I scoff.
“What is that supposed to mean?” he asks.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s my problem,” I say. “Can we eat?”
“Yeah,” he sighs. I pull away from him and go to get food.
I sigh heavily when I see that they made lasagna. “Who cooked this?” I turn and ask everyone.
“Todd,” Mason says. “Why?”
“Why did you fix this?” I ask Todd.
“Because I wanted to,” he says bitterly. “If you don’t want it, don’t eat it.”
“No. Why did you make this?” I ask forcefully.
“What does it matter to you? You wouldn’t even fucking talk to anyone,” he snaps.
“Todd,” Jake says carefully.
“Let them,” Lance replies simply.
“Excuse the fuck out of me for being sad. Apparently, I didn’t get the goddamn memo that we’re supposed to be a fucking dickhead to everyone.”
“That’s real fucking rich coming from someone acting like a child right now,” he laughs dryly. “You have bitten the head off everyone you’ve spoken to in the last ten minutes. You’re sad. We get it.”
“Oh, fuck you,” I yell at him and throw my plate in the sink. When it shatters, the sound makes me flinch.
“See?” Todd says, pointing to the sink. “Maybe you should just go back to being mute so we can eat together in peace.”
“You don’t get to tell me how to grieve,” I scream at him. “I am the one who held her while she fucking died. I am the one who was covered in her blood.”
“I fucking get it, Sadie. I get it. She got kidnapped with you, and now she’s dead. Everyone is sad, and you’re being a bitch,” he yells at me. I go to shove him, but Mason loops his arm around my waist and pulls me away from him.
“You two need to figure your shit out,” Mason barks. “I don’t care if you have to fight it out or fuck it out, but you two are going to go in that goddamn room and talk.”
“No,” I scoff. “I think he’s said enough.”
“I’m not asking,” he says firmly. “Go or I’ll lock you two in the fucking basement together. You both know this is the last fucking thing she would want you to do. You didn’t even fucking look at one another at her funeral yesterday.”
“Fuck you,” I snap and push past him to go back to the bedroom. Todd is behind me, but I still slam the bedroom door in his face.
“Real fucking mature,” he scowls when he walks in and shuts the door behind him.