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“And what if I was? I don’t need saving, big guy. Let the chips fall where they may. If dying is in the cards, then who the hell are you to try and stop it?” I question and watch as his face clouds with anger. If this was a cartoon, I’m sure steam would be coming out of his ears right now.
“You do need to be kept on the straight and narrow, otherwise who knows what the hell you’d get yourself into. And yes, you also need saving from yourself apparently,” he snaps.
“Why do you even fucking care? Just go back to acting like I don’t exist or like you hate me. I’m tired of you acting like a possessive asshole! Newsflash, you’re not my fucking keeper and I can do whatever I want without having to consult you!” I snap at him.
“I care because I fucking love you! So no, I can’t go back to how things were before. I can’t go back to hating you or acting like you don’t exist, because you fucking do. You’ve buried yourself so deep inside me, it’s like I can’t fucking breathe without knowing that you’re okay now. I’m scared that something will happen and I won’t be there to save you,” he grits out.
I’m left stunned because holy fucking shit! He just said he loved me. I thought I’d feel happy if he ever said those words to me, but right now, I just don’t know how to feel, if I’m being honest. I just feel numb.
“No. No, you don’t love me, so take it back! I don’t want your fucking love!” I snap at him. He moves closer to me and grabs the back of my neck before pulling me closer to him so that our foreheads are touching. I don’t even know when the hell I stood up from the chair.
“Are we always going to go back and forth like this because you can’t let go of the past?” he whispers.
“Let go of—are you fucking stupid? What have you done to make me forgive you for the past you’re talking about? I’m just supposed to forget the eight weeks that you literally burned my fucking world to the ground?” I scream at him.
“I’m so fucking sorry I hurt you, baby. I’m trying to make things right but you won’t fucking let me!” he snaps in a frustrated growl.
“It’s not that fucking easy to let go of all the hurt and pain you’ve caused me. I’m not even sure if I’ll ever be able to let go of it either,” I rasp as I pull away from him.
I slowly start to back away from him as I look up at him. His electric blue eyes are scorching me with their intensity as he stares me down. There’s pain in them but there’s also determination.
It’s like he just made up his mind about something. I shudder to think what it could be. I just hope that whatever it is, it won’t hurt me in the end. Because if there’s one thing I know about Knox Riverside, it’s that he’s unpredictable as fuck. That’s when you really should be scared…
“Let’s just go before we’re late,” I say in a low voice. I’m not sure what’s going on here. He shakes his head and then walks toward me. He stops directly in front of me and stands there for a second, staring down at me.
“Game on, baby,” he says before walking away and leaving me standing there, wondering what the fuck just happened?
Twelve
RAINE
I stand therein the empty kitchen, staring in the direction that Knox went for a moment, still wondering what the hell he meant bygame on. I have no idea what the fuck that means but I hope it doesn’t end with me on the other side of his anger and hate again.
Reluctantly, I pick my bag up from off the floor and make my way to the door. At least the swelling on my face has gone down and the bruises are starting to fade. He rubbed some kind of cream on them and it looks to be working. Whatever was still noticeable I covered it up with a tiny bit of makeup.
When I finally step outside, I see that he’s standing there in front of his car, braced up against the hood waiting for me. He watches my every move as I walk closer to him, but he doesn’t say anything. I don’t either. I can’t tell what mood he’s in right now because his expression is closed off.
There’s a sense of dread filling me as I think about school. The thought of coming face-to-face with all those assholes is putting me in a bad mood already, especially since this is going to be the first day back since Halloween.
I’m dreading it since I don’t know if I’ll be able to recognize my attackers or if they’ll just be there in plain sight, watching my every move without me knowing who they are. I’m pretty sure whoever they are, they’re going to get a kick out of it.
I know there’s also going to be a lot of gossip about Knox and me since he basically claimed me in front of everyone on Friday, in the hallway, before he left for the game that night.
I go to walk past him because I’d rather find my own way to school than deal with him and his mood swings, especially after what just happened in the kitchen. It seems as though we’re always down each other’s throats. Well, mostly me because I’m so fucking confused and don’t know how I should act.
Before I can even make it close to him, he steps away from the hood and walks to open the passenger side for me, and motions for me to get in. I stand there for a second and he quirks an eyebrow at me, waiting to see what I’ll do.
I feel like this is a test because he’s just staring at me. I’m pretty sure if I move to walk past him, the psycho will just throw me in the car regardless of what I want.
With a long sigh, I eventually move and get in. He was probably just waiting for the opportunity to manhandle me into his car. Too bad for him, he won’t get to do that.
The way he was eyeing me like he was just begging me to disobey him, I wasn’t going to give the asshole the satisfaction. I’m tired and hungover. We already had a fight so I don’t need the added stress of another argument right now.
He buckles me in before going over to his side and driving off. Neither one of us has said a word to each other since he walked out of the kitchen. I don’t know if I love or hate this silence between us.
We’re less than five minutes into the drive when he opens his glove compartment and takes out a box and hands it to me. I look at it and see that it’s a brand-new phone.
“Here, I got you a new phone,” he finally says to me.
