Page 110 of Enraged

What the fuck?

“What? Why?”

“Because I thought she was? She was still livin’ with you when you got hurt!” She defended herself.

“Because she refused to fuckin’ leave!” I shouted.

I was starting to get a headache.

“Ok, simmer down before you short circuit a brain cell,” my dad joked. “Lena was doin’ what she thought was best and she has tried very hard to get along with Cassie, for your sake.”

“I have!” Lena chimed in. “So, you’re welcome, Jackass.”

Maybe I’m not bein’ clear.

“Cassie isn’t my anything. I don’t want you to be nice to her, for me, and I don’t want to be anywhere near her.”

Failing to hide her smile, Lena nodded.

Can I just tell her I love her?

“I love you, Lena.”

Okay, you didn’t even give all your brain cells time to decide!

She rolled her eyes. “Love you, too. Most of the time.”

She’s not gettin’ it.

“No, I need you to listen.”

She smiled. “I am listening. The whole floor is listening. Why are you hollerin’?”

Because you are not fuckin’ listening.

“Dad, can you give us a minute?”

“Sure thing, I’ll go call Brett and let them know you’re awake!”

He left my room.

I looked at Lena. “Climb in here with me,” I ordered. She looked at me like I had lost my mind. “In your bed?”

“Yes.”

“Dak, no. You are healing and I don’ –”

“Lena, please.”

She sighed in frustration, but she climbed up on the edge of the bed.

“I’m worried I’m goin’ to snag a wire,” she confessed.

Fuck these wires.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

She looked like she had seen a ghost.

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