The door to my dorm room slammed shut.
“Is that what I am to you, Liam?” Jax’s words were a jagged blade on repeat in my mind.
I pulled out my phone. My thumb hovered over Jax’s contact. I had called him four times since leaving the rink. Each time, it went straight to voicemail.
"Pick up, Jax. Please," I whispered to the dark room.
Nothing.
I sat on the edge of my bed and started typing. The words poured out of me, raw and unfiltered.
Jax, I am so sorry. I know I overdid it. I saw Carl watching us and I panicked. I felt like if I didn't hit you hard, he’d see right through me. But I realize now that my fear is hurting you more than Carl ever could. I’m an i***t. I’m a coward. But I love you. I’m going to fix this, I promise. I’ll handle Carl.Just please don’t shut me out.
I hit
