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Stopping at ing out of my sweat pants and headed for the front door I was almost home free, but I stopped when I heard her voice Everly What The Hell

I’d told Mom to send her away I mean, as she here anyway? Did she want another look at the freak?

That pin insideto explode—well, that pin pulled and I swung around, heading for the kitchen before I could (A) think about it and realize ood idea, or (B) stopto make a complete ass out of myself

Everly was at the kitchen table and turned when I walked into the room

“Why are you here?” The words tore out of me, and inside, my heart beat as fast and furious as a Metallica dru hard I wanted to break so

My gaze sidely until I caught sight of my mom, her soft brown eyes shadoith a whole bunch of stuff that I was responsible for

“Trevor,” she said quietly “Take a moment, okay? Just breathe”

“Don’t talk to oddamn baby,” I shouted

Shit This wasn’t going well

The last time I “pulled the pin,” as h the drywall in the garage When it ca s were all over the place So yeah, I knew I should have run out the front door, but here I was and there was no turning back

“Breathe,” Mo toward me

I stared down into her eyes when she put her hands on me Saw the hurt in them when I flinched It was hard to explain, but I felt twitchy, like ht And I had to be honest I was scared shitless that I would hurt her

“I gotta get out of here”

“Trevor, please Just sit doith us I made your favorite Waffles and strawberries”

She didn’t get it No one did Hell, I didn’t even get why I acted the way I did sometimes It was like there was an ocean of stuff insidethe shore, just waiting for a chance to break And when they did? When they crashed onto the beach and annihilated the sand, there would be nothing left The weird thing is that so nothing was somehow better than this