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Jesse
“Jesse, you lied to me,”Eric spits out, his face red, the veins in his neck pushingforward.
The only time I’ve ever seen him look so angry has been when he’s mentioned his father or uncle. Never directed toward me, but his hate emanates from his being, thick enough to permeate the air Ibreathe.
A searing pain shoots throughme.
I’ve never seen him look so furious, certainly not atme.
“I can’t be with some fucking liar,” hesays.
“Eric,please.”
“I can’t believe you would keep that fromme.”
“You said sometimes Ty and I would havethings—”
“I don’t care what I fucking said. It’s my son, and you thought I didn’t need toknow?”
“Eric…”
He raises his hand dismissively, shaking hishead.
Despite the rage he’s displaying, he’s in pain, I remind myself. He needs me to comfort him, consolehim.
“Please, Eric, letme…”
“Let you what? Keep fucking up my life? We’rethrough.”
I head toward him, but suddenly he’s gone, and I’m searching around, desperately looking forhim.
Where am I? Where were we having thisfight?
I can’t remember the details. All I know is that he leftme.
Why did heleave?
I should have betrayed Ty’s confidence and told Eric. Or told Ty I couldn’t bear to keep such an important thing fromhim.
Nothing is worse than losingthis.
Eric’s nowhere around, and I’m trying to figure out how I ended up standing outside the Morgans’home.
Why did we have this fight here? What led toit?
Why is it so hard to remember when this is the most important thing that’s ever happened in my life, when I ruined one of the few good things in myworld?
I fall to my knees, curling into a ball as the tears rush down myface.
Bashing my fists into the ground around me, I don’t know why, but I sense something is off about thisall.
Please, God, don’t let him begone.
Something’s wrong… This can’t beright…
Am I indenial?
