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“Mmm, no. I don’t think you do know.”
She handed me the plate of food and I took it. But I felt my appetite quickly dissipating. Allison was in rare form this weekend, and every time she cursed, it took me by surprise. I set the plate on my lap and picked at it with my fingers. I held up the extra crispy bacon before putting it back down. I slid the plate onto the bedside table and reached for my coffee, desperate for the caffeine.
“You need to try and eat.”
I nodded slowly. “And I will. Once I have the energy to move my jaw.”
Allison sat on her bed. “You’re moving it now.”
I tossed her a look. “You know what I mean.”
“Actually, I don’t. Are you not hungry?”
“I’m fine.”
“Are you not hungry because you feel guilty?”
“Allison. I get it. Okay?”
She took a bite of her bacon. “I don’t think you do get it, though. Do you remember anything else from last night?”
I paused. “I thought you told me all of it?”
She giggled bitterly. “I told you what I thought caused Clint’s drunken tirade once you stormed off. But that wasn’t the only thing you said.”
“Clint got drunk last night?”
“Uh, yeah. And apparently, he did it in spectacular fashion. Hence, the fight.”
I blinked. “The fight?”
She scoffed. “Are you serious right now? Yes, the fight. The bruises. You were with him for a while last night before we switched rooms. How much time have you lost?”
My eyes danced around the room. “Why is everything so fuzzy?”
“Because that’s what getting high and drunk instead of talking about your feelings does.”
I licked my lips. “What else did I say last night?”
She shrugged. “That you felt smothered. That you wanted space.”
“I know. You’ve told me that part. But why do I get the feeling there’s more you won’t tell me?”
“Because I feel Clint has some right to jog your memory of it.”
“Seriously? You’re playing that card right now?”
“You don’t have any cards to play, Rae. You’ve spent all of them. Every single one of us got caught in your tirade of insanity last night. And not one of us got out unscathed. So yes. I’m playing that card right now.”
I blinked. “What did I say to you?”
“It isn’t what you said. It’s what you did. I care about Clint. He’s become a good friend of mine. And what you did last night to him was completely and utterly wrong.”
“I’m begging you, Allison. Tell me what I said.”
She sighed. “You aren’t going to like it.”
“I already don’t like it, so that won’t budge.”
