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I flinch and resist the urge to run away and hide

"Why won’t you talk totalk! Did you think of that?"

I’ in front of er The Grayson I knoould never speak to me this way My need for self-preservation wins and before he can see me break, I turn and walk to my room I close the door and strip out of my clothes After a fewdown the hall way but I don’t look up when the door opens

I’ next to me

"I’er out on you like that"

I bite the inside ofover Why aI feel like I have no control over ry, but you have to tell my why"

He scoffs "Like you toldthis afternoon? You haven’t exactly been open with me either"

My head shoots up and I frown at hi iveyou my ex-boyfriend is in town!"

"That’s why you freaked out when you saw that red Mustang? Because it belongs to your ex?"

I look away and nod

"Why’s he here Huntley?"

Keeping my stare fixed on my bed, I shake my head

"Tell me why," he presses

"I don’t know!" I yell back in frustration I can’t keep my tears in anymore and I feel the," he accuses "Why won’t you look at own and push past Grayson, rushing into the bathroom I slam the door in his face and slide down the door I coverits way up my throat

His accusation not only rips at my old wounds but also leaves new ones in its wake

I’s are stiff and ed make-up and wipe away my streaked mascara

Deep breath I tell myself

When I open the bathroo intofrohter, I wonder down the hallway and find Grayson’s silhouette slouched over on the couch Walking closer, I see his head hanging, resting between his palms