“Sorry, you were asleep for hours, and I panicked. Dean wouldn’t tell me anything. He was being an asshole.”
“I’m okay, but no more kissing. I don’t want you to be next on my stalker’s hit list,” I replied. He knew I had a hard time saying no, but it was something I felt needed to happen.
“Yeah, I told you what I think about that already. I’m not a fan of it. I just wish I had a choice in the matter,” he said. He didn’t look very happy.
“It’s for the best, please understand.”
“Yeah, sure. I will do as you wish, Ivy. Bye.” He got up and walked out the door, slamming it on the way out. I let out a huff. I felt terrible.
I waited for another thirty minutes for my father, and soon we got the okay to go home. Dad gave me some new clothes to put on, and we made our way to the car. Dad and I
