Anger flares up in my gut at his tone. “Wyatt, I owe you nothing. You’re my ex for a reason.” I continue when he lets out a scoff of disbelief, “Plus, I didn’t know I was getting a lecture. I would’ve pulled out a pen and paper sooner.”
He just stares at me with mixed emotions. Maybe a mixture of shock and anger? I think he forgot who I am. I don’t take shit from anyone, and if you throw it in my face, I’ll punch it back in yours.
Shrugging my shoulder with a sarcastic smile, I nod toward the door. “I think you should leave. We aren’t getting anywhere with this conversation.”
“I miss you,” he suddenly pleads while taking a step closer to me. “I fucking miss you, Trinity. I never got over you. I tried, but a girl like you is hard to get over.”
I shake my head in denial as my heart threatens to stop in my chest. “Wyatt, we broke up a while ago. I’m sorry—I really am—but I’m over you.”
“We’ve been through so much!” He stares at me with shock evident in his eyes.
No, we haven’t. I’ve gone through hell all alone.
“You deserve someone who wants to be in a relationship. I’m not that girl.”
“We’ve done it before.” His voice comes out rough. Gripping my face in his palms, he tries to convince me. “We could do it again. I know you love me. You always have.”
Wyatt’s arms fall to his sides as I take a step back from his body.
“I said I don’t want this, Wyatt. We aren’t good for each other. Please drop it and give me space.”
“Please—”
“Leave,” I interrupt firmly.
“But—” he protests, but I point toward the door.
“I wasn’t suggesting.”
He scoffs. “Whatever. Have fun, getting knocked up by that dick. Don’t come running to me when you’re pregnant and your mom kicks you out.”
Gripping a pillow firmly in my hand, I crave to throw it at the back of his head, yet he’s too fast, making me miss my chance at revenge for his disgusting words.
He slams the door on his way out. I drop onto my bed and lie on my back as I stare up at the ceiling, wondering what the fuck just happened.
* * *
I slowly walk down the stairs, stepping side to side to avoid the creaks in the stairs I have memorized. I used to sneak out in my early years of high school. Avoiding the areas on the steps that will give me away is a flashback from my life before.
Now, my life is boring and dull. Although Leo has made my life a little more exciting—not sure if it’s in a good way or the worst.
I know I’m dead the minute my eyes meet my mother’s stormy ones. I might visit my dad soon. I just pray she does it fast and not painfully slow. She’s never caught me with a boy in my room. The fire in her eyes when I jumped away from Leo could have scared anyone. The fact that I have to face her alone now makes me ten times more terrified. Leo put me in this position, and now, he’s not here to get me out of it. Screw him.
“Trinity,” Mom calls when she sees me.
Here goes nothing. Keep your head up and calm your breathing.
“Hey, Mom.”
She’s stirring a spoon in her steaming coffee cup. Pointing to a chair, she demands, “Sit.”
Once I sit, she leans on the counter and folds her arms across her chest. She just stares at me with that scary mom look. Swallowing tightly, I glance down at my lap.
“Do you want to explain yourself?”
“I already told you.” I pause and let out a breath. “I came out of the shower, and he was in my room. He climbed through the window. I didn’t know he was in there, and I didn’t want him in there,” I plead with her.
She’ll ground me for life. I know it. I can’t bear it.
