I'm not sure how long I stand there.
I'm totally frozen.
Krystal is already on her feet, touching me, telling me that it's not what I'm thinking. She's even crying, saying that I can't tell her brother what happened, because apparently, I misread everything.
I don't talk to her. I don't even pry her hands from my shoulders. I only focus on not hyperventilating.
My stomach is heaving, and I'm holding myself back from vomiting with everything in me.
I turn on my heel, oblivious of Brent who is still lying in bed looking at me, and I walk out of the room.
He doesn't say a word to me.
Outside, I almost fall when I bump into Clay but he's quick to hold me steady. I push him off me, and when he tries to touch me again, I slap him across the face.
Clay, the one person I trusted wi
