"Why don't you take some time to think about it?"
"No, Dad. I just want to get the hell out of here." I demanded, letting my head fall back against the door. I should have known this wouldn't go over well with my father.
He'd want to know reasons and I didn't want to fess up to why I was practically a sobbing mess on my dorm room floor. It was taking everything in me to hold it together through this conversation, and I was pretty sure that once the tears started they wouldn't stop.
My father was silent for a moment. I hated when he did that. He was choosing his words wisely, probably hoping he wouldn't upset me farther. "Jay, you sound upset. Did something happen with Matt?"
"I don't want to talk about it." I winced at the sound of my voice cracking. "I just don't want to be here anym
