Derek’s chest was rising and falling. I couldn’t really tell what had made him so angry that he smashed his phone against the wall. My hands were cold. I didn’t know what to do, but I guess he noticed how scared I was. He quickly tried to soften his face a little and forced a smile, walking over and sat next to me at the edge of the bed.
He put his hand on my shoulder and looked at me. “I’m sorry if I scared you, my love,” he said quietly, then he continued. “But I need you to tell me every single thing that happened yesterday.”
I let out a deep breath. So this was about yesterday.
He nodded. “I need you to tell me everything.”
I started to talk. “I’ve been feeling my heat for a few days, because it’s my first time. I didn't recognize it. I think I should blame myself for what happened
