Chapter 29“f**k!” He covered his head with both arms as a second glass projectile exploded next to his ear. The inch or so of beer that was left in the bottle sprayed him, along with the wall where the missile landed. “Kenna, stop this. Right now!”
She rooted around in the wastebasket next to the kitchen table before locating another bottle. This time it was a jar that once held olives. Waving it in the air, she screamed back at him with a cracking voice. “You’re a liar! Same as Terry! I don’t have to listen to you, and I don’t wanna be here! I wanna go home! Take me home right now! Everything that comes out of your mouth isn’t true! You f*****g liar!”
He was still trying to process the fact that this sweet girl was cursing at him when the olive jar whizzed through the air straight at hi
