“Why what?” I’m getting annoyed, frustrated, and pissed off, and the anger snakes thru my veins underneath my skin.
“Why did you beat him up?” It’s like he’s caught on repeat and I prefer him to shut the hell up.
My coronary heart knocks interior my chest like a damn jackhammer and all I want is something sharp or rough—anything that can calm my pulse down. I’m glancing around in a panic, looking for something, but the room is bare. I can’t do this. I can’t do this.
Fuck! “Because he damage someone.” My voice comes out piercing and uneven and makes me sound vulnerable and pathetic.
He sits forward in the chair. “Someone you care about?”
“Obviously.” I shake my head, annoyed. My coronary heart is nonetheless beating too loud and I can barely think straight.
He raises his eyebrows. “So
