Chapter 12
Eli paced the living room, and Rob lounged in the kitchen doorway.
For the longest time after they’d got home, there’d been silence. Then Eli had begun to swear—at his parents, at his sister, at Rob, at everyone. He didn’t know who he was angriest at, and the hurt was bubbling under the rage, too, the memory of a whole childhood of being told he was just going through a phase and it was all in his mind, surging from wherever he’d buried it in the back of his head.
Finally, though, he dropped onto the sofa, and kicked the coffee table.
“You’re a s**t,” he told Rob.
Rob said nothing.
“I told you—I f*****g told you—not to piss them off, not to rise to it, to f*****g behave, and you think punching my dad in the face is behaving?”
“He was being a cunt to you. To Danny.”
“I do
