I hear the lock click and shoot up from the mattress. Yosh stands in the doorway, staring at me.
I expect disappointment to be written all over his face, but there is none. Instead, his eyes are full of worry and care.
That kills me. Being a disappointment is so much easier.
Still, I can’t hold back a nervous laugh.
“What’s funny?” Yosh’s expression shifts to annoyance.
“Nothing, it’s just…” I cover my mouth with my bandaged hammer of a hand. “It’s refreshing to see someone other than Jay bailing me out.”
He rolls his eyes as I catch the slightest curl tugging at his lips. He’s trying to stay in his role, except dear Yosh, is what people would call an open book.
He kneels beside me.
“This isn’t something to joke about, Tom. You need to understand that.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I really am.”
His gaze goes from my hands to the scratches on my arms.
“What happened?”
“The silence paid me a visit and I panicked. I smashed my fists against the wall. And my guitar too.”
I’m not able to look him in the eye.
“I threw my guitar over the terrace wall, then climbed up to watch it disappear. I never meant to… not really. I mean, it all happened so fast.”
I know I sound unhinged. I hope he understands what I’m trying to say.
His eyes are like crystal beads, concerned and free of judgment. And God, that makes it so much worse.
“You’re telling me the truth, right? You weren’t…”
“No. Absolutely not.”
He lets out a slow breath, and with that, I see the tension in his shoulders ease.
“God, that’s such a relief.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your day off.”
“Don’t worry about it. I had all my meetings wrapped up when Erin called. I was already on my way to West Cove.”
There’s a hint of frustration on his face as he stares at the wall.
“I’m getting you out of here.”
His fists clench as he stomps out. It makes me wonder if someone’s about to lose their job for tossing me into the most unwanted Monopoly box.
It’s about fifteen minutes later when the door slams open with brutal force. Yosh stands in the doorway, looking absolutely pissed.
I guess shit went down behind those sterile white walls.
“Come with me,” he growls before disappearing down the hall.
What the helly…
