Chapter 8
Jarrod Lerman
Slipping myself in, Ajax's face pale as I shut the door, his breathing is uneven, making him look like he's hyperventilating or something. I can't blame him though, since I threw my own son. I mean, who does that? No one else but me. I look at Ajax and he seems scared. f**k it, he's scared. Looking at him, he looks away and I see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. His lips are slightly parted, and it looks perfect. Reddish.
"What do you want?" He asks; his voice is soft, calm and husky. "I told you Jared's not here. He's at his boyfriend's house." Jared's at his boyfriend's house. Got it. But it doesn't affect me anymore, I just concentrate on Ajax.
"I told you we need to talk," I counter; my face is serious. "Since this place is hell, why don't we go outside
