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“Got out of control. Yeah, I fucking got that. You need some fucking help, bro. All this anger, this hate. I don’t fucking get it.”
“Why would you? You weren’t there. Neither of you were.”
“What do you mean?”
My heart begins to race, and my palms sweat. Why the fuck did I say that?
Blowing out a breath, I look away from Conner’s probing eyes. “What do you think happened while you and Ace were at school all day?”
“Uh… you hung out at home, slept, watched TV. I don’t know. I never really thought about it.”
“Exactly. You never really thought about it. You have no fucking clue what it was like for me while the two of you goofed off and enjoyed school life. No fucking idea.”
“So tell me. Make me understand.”
My chest heaves as I fight to drag in the air I need. The room begins to grow hazy, and my head starts to ache.
I blink, once, twice, then the third time I swear I drift off.
“I need you to leave,” I manage to force out before the darkness returns. “I need all of you to leave. Especially her.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Hadley
“What do you mean, he doesn’t want to see me?” I can barely get the words out.
“I’m sorry,” Conner says, reaching for me, but I dodge his advances.
“He doesn’t know what he wants. I’m going.” I try to move around him, but Conner tackles me, hugging me close to his body. “He was pretty clear, Hads. He doesn’t want to see any of us.”
“B
-but—” A garbled sob spills from my lips, but it isn’t hurt I feel, it’s frustration.
I knew... just knew Cole would do this.
My cell vibrates, and I pull it out of my pocket.
“Who is it?” Conner leans over, but I can’t respond. Tim’s name taunts me, sending chills down my spine.
“Is that him?”
“I’m done. I’m so fucking done.” My fingers claw at the back cover of my cell, tearing it off. I rip out the battery and then the SIM card.
“Whoa, Hads, what are you—”
I drop them on the floor and begin stamping. In my flats, it’s a futile attempt, but I’m so angry I can hardly think straight.
“You could have just blocked him.”
“It doesn’t matter. He’ll always find me.” It’s what people like Tim and my father did. “I should have done this a long time ago.” I bend down and retrieve the badly damaged components and stuff them in the nearest trash can, along with my cell.
“Better?” Conner eyes me carefully.
“Much.” I nod. “Although I might need you to take me to buy a new cell phone.”
“Come on,” he chuckles. “I know just the place.”
