“Yeah, ‘cause you’re always the reasonable one,” Sandy snapped right back, her own eyes shining with tears. She pushed her hands through her hair again, trying to ignore Cassidy’s thoughts, the way they swirled around her head - the feeling of being pushed out, the thought that they were having secret meetings without him, just the three of them. That he was bothered that Sandy hadn’t gone after everyone else that he’d made friends with, that she hadn’t been as put out by his friendships as she was about Scotty’s.
“The fuck are you talking about, secret meetings?” She asked, genuinely confused. “I’ve barely seen Wings since I arrived. He’s been busy with Orla and crawling up the asses of the handlers. As for Scotty- yeah, we went to see him. He didn’t fucking sell us out and they tortured him so sorry if I want to make sure that he’s alright for a little while.”
His thoughts were loud ,unwanted. Sure. Right. If that was how he felt, it just-
Shaking her head, Sandy looked him dead in the eye. “I’m the one that doesn’t see it? No, don’t you dare try and lay the blame for how you feel on me. You have an issue with Scotty, take it up with him. I don’t speak for him, not in the same way you always speak for Tammy.” Her jaw twitched. “You don’t think I get how it feels? When she turned up, you didn’t have eyes for anyone else. I don’t come and sleep here because sometimes I just want to see you on your own. I hate that I have to share you with her. With- with Frankie. All of it. But I deal because they’re Outsiders.”
She looked disgusted with herself for sharing that, like she’d just laid a part of herself bare for him to see and she didn’t want to. She wanted to take it back, suck the words back into herself, but they were out there now.
“And Jesus Christ, Domino, you’ve spent time with a lot of people. Fine. But you always come back. Don’t you see that? You come back. I never worried that you’d go off and find someone to replace us. Should I? Scotty turned up after having been away for a long time and just-“
Her lower lip wobbled a little, a tear slipped down her cheek that she dashed away. “You’ve already made your mind up, haven’t you,” she said finally, after a long moment of silence. “You- you’ve decided that we don’t want you anymore. That- Dom that’s not fair. You’re letting some fucked up - made up - thought about us having some weird secret pact that you’re not part of mess your head up. And that’s on you.”
God, she felt like she was going to be sick. She turned, started to head towards the door. She needed air.