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But I wasn’t going to argue about this further. She was just like everyone else. I didn’t need her to pity me. I didn’t need her to care for me or about me. I didn’t want to think about that day ever again, and I thought speaking to Neils the day before had given me the outlet I needed to finally get it off my chest.

I didn’t know how she found out, but I didn’t care, either.

The fact of the matter was that she did, and I wasn’t going to put up with this.

These were her friends, not mine, and she would find her way back home with one of them. I was just done.

I squealed out of the parking space and sped into the night, my anger the only thing on my mind. It was only two hours back to my place. I could be back in my own bed by midnight if I didn’t stop anywhere other than to get gas. And that’s what I needed.

Just the space to think and the space to breathe.

And my own company.

I didn’t need anyone else.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Krissy

“Look, I know I fucked up, and I’m sorry, but you can’t stay mad at me forever!” I yelled as I knocked on the door. “Come on, open the door! Let me in so we can at least talk, please?”

I pounded on the door to the bungalow again and again, yelling for Gavin to open it.

There wasn’t any answer, but I wasn’t giving up. I had to talk to him. I had to tell him I was so sorry and would never do anything like that again. I had to tell him he misunderstood, it wasn’t the way he thought. I didn’t care what I had to tell him. All I knew was that we had to talk.

“Gavin! Open the door, open it!” I shouted.

I banged on the wood with my fist, and the door popped open.

Curious, I pushed it the rest of the way into the bungalow. There wasn’t any sign of anyone around, so I yelled for him.

“Gavin? Where are you? We need to talk! I really am sorry for what happened, and I won’t talk about you with anyone else, I promise! I’m sorry,” I said. “Where did you go?”

I walked through the house, looking for him. There wasn’t any sign of him anywhere, so I headed into the bedroom, and that’s where I found him on the computer once more.

“What are you doing?” I demanded.

“Get out of here!” he snapped at me.

“I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry,” I said.

“I’m sorry that I ever met you! I knew it was a mistake to trust you, and I never should have let my guard down. I knew it was all a big mistake, and I never want to see you again,” he shouted at me.

“Gavin, you’re not being fair,” I said. “You have to give me a chance to tell you what happened.”

“I don’t have to do shit,” he snapped. “Get out of here. I never want to see you again!”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I argued.

“You are,” he said.

“I’m not!” I shouted.

“I said get out, or I’m going to throw you out like the trash you are!” he yelled at me.

“I’m not going until you give me the chance to talk,” I said.

He got up, marched over to me, and grabbed the back of my shirt. He picked me up, and I was surprised by how easily he could carry me. I flailed and kicked and yelled, but I wasn’t able to reach him. I tried to reach above my head to grab his arm, but my arms felt heavy and stiff, and I wasn’t able to control them.

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