I’m worried about my girlfriend.
The girl I fucking love.
She takes a moment to answer. “I’m okay,” she says. Then she adds in a low, quiet voice, “I had to tell them.”
My eyebrows pinch. “Tell them what?”
She gulps. “Why I’m here and why you got arrested.”
My body goes rigid as a stone, but I force myself to stay calm.
“You didn’t need to,” I murmur, gently brushing my thumb over her cheek.
For fuck’s sake.
My parents did it. They cornered her and forced the truth out of her.
Turning my head, I send them a glare. “You just couldn’t fucking help yourselves, right.”
Mom looks at me with puffy eyes. “What?”
“You had no right to talk to her.”
She appears perplexed.
“When I said I didn’t want to tell you, it fucking meant I didn’t want you to know. You talked to her when I wasn’t home to get to me.” I leave Rose and take a step towards my parents. A hand wraps around my wrist and pulls me back.
“Heath!” She comes around and stands in front of me. “Don’t.”
She stares at me with those soft, innocent brown eyes that make my knees weak.
Fuck. Does she have any idea how much they affect me?
“Itold them. They didn’t force me.”
I find that very hard to believe.
“It doesn’t matter. You don’t need to explain yourself to them. They don’t need to know.” I grit out.
She squeezes my wrist and steps closer to me. “Please, calm down.”
“I’m calm,” I grumble.
Of course, I’m not calm. How can I be?
Mom crumbles at my accusation. “We didn’t force her. We’re just trying to help.”
A frisson of heat burns through my chest. “We don’t need your help. Stay out of our business.”
“But—”
I shoot her a deadly glare and she shuts up.
They know.
They fucking know.
My fingers curl into fists and shake with tremors that are hard to stop. I can’t believe they did it. They were sniffing around me just to know the answers they wanted and when they didn’t get them from me they went to the person who’s close to me.
