“Is this who ya wanna be? Is this who ya think Connor would be proud of?” I question, my fingers clutching the back of his neck to keep him down.
“f**k you, and f**k Connor! He’s f*****g dead. I wish you were too!”
I allow him to vent because this is going to get a lot worse before it gets better.
“I’m sorry I left ya, Ethan, but I had no choice.”
“Yer pathetic!” he screams, still fruitlessly fighting. “Yer a coward! I f*****g hate ya!”
“Aye, I hate myself for doin’ this to ya,” I say, keeping calm. “I’ll do everythin’ I can to make it up to ya.”
“I don’t want yer help,” he spits, struggling on the tiled floor. “I have all the help I need.”
“From Sean?”
“I don’t know what yer talkin’ ’bout,” he replies, protecting Sean as I knew he would.
Gripping his arm and twisting it back at a
