(Ron)
“Ron,” Kyle says, “What am I going to do?”
“I don’t know,” I say. I can feel my hands shaking and my heartbeat vibrating my whole body.
I pace the floor of my room back and forth in front of him before walking towards the front door. “I don’t know, Kyle. This isn’t the kind of situation I ever thought I’d have to get myself involved in.” I halt and breathe in deeply, exhaling slowly to calm myself down.
“I promised Malory I would never hurt her,” he says again. “I promised her, Ron.”
“And you better find a way to keep it. You lay a finger on Malory I’ll be the one going to jail after I’m done with you,” I threaten. “Malory of all people doesn’t deserve to be involved in this shit.”
“She doesn’t,” he says, sniffling.
I can’t even look at him without fee
