"Nothing happened, trust me" He repeats my words from last night and I look back down at the article not knowing what to say "It's not what it looks like" I say slowly as I build courage to look back up at him even though he was not looking at me
"Really? Because to me it looks like you're wearing my brothers favourite jacket, in his favourite car, I don't know perhaps heading to the house where he may have slept with you, left you to the streets and that is why I found you in the club crying your eyes out with your dear friend, alcohol" He says in one breath with anger hinted all over and turns around where I can now see his chest rising up and down
I didn't know what to say because I didn't want him to know about Daisy's illness because I hated when people talked down to me as it mad
