But I don’t feel relief. Not at all.
I feel anger.
I feel so much fury right now. So much heat in my body that I can’t contain it.
I can’t contain this massive outrage, this massive wrath at what he said just now, the words that he used.
See you around, Fae.
The same words he said to me the night he smashed my heart to pieces. When he turned around and never looked back as I stood there, crying.
Before I know it, I’ve taken off after him.
I’ve started to charge at him like a crazy, wounded animal. I probably sound like one too, grunting and groaning, and in the back of my mind, I know I shouldn’t be acting this way.
You’re not a violent person, Callie. You don’t do this.
But I guess I’m violent for him.
I’m a bad girl for Reed Roman Jackson.
He’s at the back door, just about to enter the bar, and I’m about to crash into him until I don’t.
Until he spins around at the last second, intercepts me and spins me around too, pinning me to the brick wall. And then I’m right back where I started, pressed against a wall, staring up at him.
Only this time things are worse because he’s closer.
Much,muchcloser.
And he’s touching me.
Oh God, he’s touching me.
He has his hand on my stomach and he’s using it to keep me in my spot. He’s using it to trap me.
He’sactuallyholding me hostage right now and oh my God, I lose it.
I completely lose it.
“Take your hand off me,” I tell him, my legs jiggling. And when he doesn’t comply immediately, I start to struggle. “Take your hand off me.Take your hand off me right now!”
Thankfully, he does.
He raises them in the air, my whiskey bottle clutched in one, and says, “If I wanted to touch you like that, I would’ve done it by now. So you can stop losing your shit any time now.” He takes a sip of my whiskey again. “And while you’re at it, stop attacking innocent people, yeah? Not sure if they covered it at St. Mary’s but it’s not exactly how responsible citizens conduct themselves in society.”
“Oh, you think you’re innocent?” I snap.
His liquor-laced lips twitch. “Well, between you and me, only one of us has been arrested. And only one of us is going to a reform school. So you tell me.”
I fist my hands at his dig. I fist my handsandclench my teeth.
God, I hate him.
I hate him. I hate him. Ihatehim.
I hate the fact that he’s bringing it up.
That I was arrested.
