Aspen
I didn’t need him to come over. I don’t want to be that kind of girl—the kind whose boyfriend (if I can even call him that) has to come and save her whenever she has a crisis. I want to be strong. I have to be strong.
But I won’t lie—I’m really glad he did.
“You said your dad… pressured you,” I tell him. “Into living your life a certain way.”
He doesn’t say anything. We’re curled up in bed together again, both pressing ice packs against our various injuries. We discussed going to the hospital, but ultimately decided to go tomorrow if his fingers, and my nose, don’t feel any better by then.
“At the time, I thought you were using him as an excuse,” I admit. “I thought you were too scared to break up with Mel and trying to pin it on him.”
He doesn’t look surprised. “I figured as m
