Page 32 of Flight of the Omega

Jack’s jaw went slack.

“That’s all any of you care about,” the omega growled.

“That’s not—”

“Yes, it is!” JP barked. “You lied to me—you said I could trust you, that you wouldn’t hurt me! And now you come back around here, faking like you’re so concerned, but you’re just mad! You don’t give a single flying fuck about me—none of you do, none of you ever have.”

“JP!”

“Get out! Stop pretending you care—you’re good at leaving me alone, go back to doing that!”

Jack barely dodged the object that was lobbed at his head; he thought it might have been a shoe. He slammed the door behind him, then winced when the echoes faded and all he could hear was JP sobbing.