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She shakes her head, not even bothering to try to defend her actions.
"You could have spoken to me, told me what was happening. You could have spoken to Dad, Cole, Hadley, Vager, FUCKING ANYTHING," I scream at her, my need for her to know just how badly this is ripping me apart inside is too much to contain. "But you did none of those fucking things."
I blow out a long breath, turning my back on her, much like she did to me in Colton on the weekend.
"Instead, you snuck out in the middle of the night, pretending that you don't want me anymore. That's fucking cold, K."
"I-I didn't—"
"Have a choice?" I boom. "Yeah, I got that fucking memo."
I spin back to her, the devastation now clear in her tear-filled eyes.
"I was living a lie with you, Conner. We both know that. I don't belong in the Bay, at that school. I'm a Heights girl through and through. This is my home, where I should be."
"You mean you should be with him?" I seethe, closing the space between us. "You think you deserve to be with that psychotic cunt?" She flinches at my harsh words, but we both know she can't argue with them.
We've both experienced what it's like to be on the wrong end of his fists. Okay, so I might not have been the one with the black eye, but seeing what he did to her, hurt me just as much as it did her. Only, my injuries weren't visible to anyone else.
"I-I don't—"
"Don't even think about trying to fucking defend him, K," I roar, closing the space between us until she's got no choice but to start backing up if she doesn't want us to collide—which apparently she doesn't. The sight of her keeping space between us is another stab to my already battered heart.
Her jaw drops, but only a gasp passes her lips when she bumps up against the lockers.
"Has he touched you?" I growl, needing to know exactly what I'm dealing with here. Has he just taken my girl to torture me, to prove a point? Or is there more to the deranged psycho?
"Don't... don't do this."
Red hot fury explodes in my stomach and seeps into each one of my veins at her words, at the panic on her face.
"Has he hurt you again?" My eyes flick over her exposed skin, but other than the dark circles under her eyes, I see no evidence of anything being wrong.
Not happy with that, seeing as she's wearing a huge fucking hoodie, I reach out and rip it from her, leaving her standing in just her tank.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
I scan her skin for bruises, for anything, but I find nothing.
Stepping right up to her, my hand wraps around her throat and I hold tight enough to feel the thundering of her pulse beneath my fingertips.
"Conner?" she breathes, her eyes barely able to hold mine. I have no idea what she can see within them, how out of fucking control I look right now, but I don't care.
"Has he touched you?" I breathe, my voice low and haunting.
"N-no, not yet, not really."
"Don't answer me in fucking riddles, K. Has he touched what's mine, taken what's mine?" We're so close my nose brushes against hers and the heat of her body burns into mine.
r /> My muscles ache to pull her into my arms, to tell her everything is going to be okay, but nothing about this is okay. And before I can even consider what comes next, I need these answers.
I might just be torturing myself, because really, none of it matters, but I need to fucking know.
"No, he hasn't… Not yet."
A growl rumbles up my throat at her admission.
"But he will. I can only put him off for so long."
