My pride throbs worse.
Her father.
I scrub a hand over my face.
Two years of telling myself I was just checking on her. Making sure she was safe. Fulfilling an obligation.
And the moment I think another man has been in her space, I lose my mind.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I know the answer.
I've known it for two years.
Marina
I lock the bathroom door behind me.
My hands are shaking.
I press my back against the door and slide down until I'm sitting on the cold tile floor. My knees come up to my chest. My arms wrap around them.
What the hell just happened?
He looked at me like he wanted to kill someone. Like the thought of another man in my apartment was enough to make him lose his mind.
Over sweatpants.
My father's sweatpants.
I pull out my phone.
My fingers hover over Sophia's name.
I shouldn't call her.
But right now, I need my best friend.
I press call.
She answers on the second ring.
"Marina?" Her voice is worried. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
I keep my voice low. Barely above a whisper.
"This was the worst idea I've ever had."
"What? What did he do to you?"
"Nothing." I close my eyes. "Everything. I don't know."
"Marina, you're scaring me. Talk to me."
I press my free hand against my forehead.
"I never should have let him in. I should have called 911 and let the police deal with it. I should have let him bleed out in the hallway."
