Chance…
Pacing the small cramped space of Andy’s kitchen, I dig my nails into my fists as I replay the image of Emma’s bruised body. I must get her out…
I feel like a caged animal as I pace. I’m going to make that bastard regret ever looking at her wrong.
I turn again in the small space. How am I going to help her if she won’t tell me anything? f**k!!
Andy, Dean and Brett, all sit at the table.
I ignore them, even though I can feel them staring at me.
I turn again. If Emma won’t ask for help than maybe I can find a way for her to help herself.
“Chance, what's gotten you so pissed off?” Dean asks breaking the silence.
I huff and clench my fists. I turn.
“Just let him be,” Andy interjects.
“If you ask me, he looks like he just needs to get laid,” James teases as he walks into th
