I’m pretty sure the car’s still moving when I jump out of it and storm into the house. I’m already wild with anger—but seeing Alyssa sitting on the floor of the living room with tears streaking her face and Polly’s arms wrapped around her makes me even wilder.
“Get the f**k up!” I snarl.
Polly’s eyes go wide but Alyssa looks almost resigned to what’s coming. She shakes Polly off gently and rises to her feet without so much as a word.
“Did you think I was just f*****g around?” I demand in a low voice that I’ve learned from experience packs more of a punch than screaming ever has. “Did you think I was keeping you here because I f*****g wanted to?”
“‘Sorry’?” She takes a step back, but I’m not letting her away that easily. I snare her arm and twist it towards me. She lets out half of a st
