A burning hot spike pierced my chest before it froze over completely.
"Go on," I challenged. "Finish that sentence."
Noah looked pained. "I didn't mean…" he murmured.
"No. Finish that sentence. I couldn't even keep my mother from what?" My words dripped with a glacial chill. The scabs that had finally begun to heal threatened to tear wide open again.
"Jen…"
"From killing herself?" I saw the others flinch out of the corner of my eye. One of the twins glared at Noah. Cameron looked appalled. "You're right. My mother killed herself and I wasn't able to stop her." I ignored the rest of them as if we were the only two people in the room. "As much as I wanted to, I couldn't fix her." I pinned him down with an icy stare. "And I sure as hell can't fix you."
I turned to Naomi. "Sorry, but I'm out. You need to deal with Noah by yourself." I spun on my heel and stormed out.
I thought I caught Noah calling my name, but I couldn't hear over the blood rushing through my ears and the angry pounding of my heartbeat.
Good riddance to Noah Fucking Hart.
I was done.
