Cursed

Chapter Nine

Bunny held onto Rosalie's ponytail as she vomited the contents of her stomach into Elora's toilet. It was past midnight already and the three friends had decided to celebrate Elora's twenty third birthday with alcohol. It had been a terrible choice for Rosalie and her loose tongue.

"He is so, so hot. I want him so bad, Bunny." She all but confessed her love for Cale Greyson tonight, to all but him.

"Well, it could be worse, Cale could have been here tonight. You and your loose tongue would have dug a hole so deep with honesty," Bunny brushed the swaying strands of hair from Rosalie's pale face.

"Do you think Elora is m-mad–" Rosalie heaved into the toilet once more.

"Daft thoughts Ros, come on, she knows. Elora isn't blind."

"I'm that obvious?"

Bunny hummed in response.

"He's with Sasha, and I have no chance, he's Elora's brother. I'm surprised he and Sasha lasted as long as they have, I know he barely see's her these days. Since Elora's att-" Rosalie clamped her mouth shut.

Bunny didn't know about Kyle Foreman and the attack, about how Elora had shot Timmy Sidbrooke dead in self defence. It wasn't that they didn't trust Bunny, they did, it's just that Bunny Yenfell did everything by the book. She had been Elora's first, they had shared something that would forever bond them together but Elora could never involve Bunny in this.

Not with Bunny's modelling career. Her life. If this got out, everyone in the know was in danger. All are sitting ducks.

"I don't think for a second that Cale Greyson cares much for Sasha–"

"Am I interrupting something?" Arrow, the officer working with Cale at the station and helping Cale and Elora with their situation, had appeared in the open doorway of the bathroom.

He wore his signature devilish smirk, Rosalie had noticed that about Arrow Prescott; he was a smiler.

She had only met the man twice, this being their third encounter. Rosalie had been freaked out, was still in a way, freaked out by his secret, their secrets.

Rosalie was learning to deal with it. "Yes." Bunny hissed, flapping her hand at him.

"That's not nice. I came in here to give you this." Rosalie looked up, noticing the glass of water in his hands. She took it from him with a smile.

"When did you get here, why are you here?" Rosalie had been the one to ask, finally moving away from the toilet and closing the seat to flush it.

She pushed herself to her feet.

"You girls are so rude, you know that?" Arrow clasped his hands over his chest, mocking a broken heart.

"Get to the point." Bunny snapped.

She didn't know this man and yet here he was, in Elora's flat, on her 23rd birthday.

He was handsome enough that Bunny wondered if Elora was taking him to bed or if he was just a friend. And then, as if Rosalie had read her mind, Rosalie said. "This is Arrow Prescott. He works with Cale. Calm your tits woman." Bunny was never good around new people.

"I'm here because Cale–" Rosalie winced. "I saw that, look, I know it's none of my business but he watches you too, Rosalie." Arrow smirked, his eyes glistening with mischief.

"You're right, it's none of your business." Bunny really did not like Arrow.

He hadn't done anything wrong, it wasn't that he was in Elora's flat or that he even knew Elora because god, it wasn't like that with them. Not these days and it hadn't been for a long time but something about him made Bunny tense.