[Dawn]
“Never,” he utters. “You were just…” but he doesn’t finish. He sighs. “Nevermind.”
“No, tell me,” I push. “I’m sick of being the little sister of Andre. At least treat me like the adult version of me you decided to have s*x with.” I’ve poked the bear now. His eyes flash, and I can tell his temper will flare. But I don’t care. A week of silences and excuses, a life of waiting for him to just run away.
“It’s not that,” he finally says with a level voice. “It’s that…” but he still can’t find the words.
I’m too frustrated at him to even wait around and hear them. I’m too hurt. I’ve got my answer anyway.
He lets me walk past, and I flee the office. I feel like the biggest i***t. I feel like a selfish brat for acting like the way I am, yet in the same heartbeat, I don’t care. I feel
