I was trying hard not to lose my s**t, but it was proving difficult.
My knuckles ached from the throttling I’d given Jason earlier, but even the physical pain wasn’t enough to forgive him for what he’d done to Renee. I wanted to kill him. We all did. But instead, we wait. We wait because we all know that if we actually killed Jason, Renee probably wouldn’t be pleased.
She looked pale lying there on our couch, too pale like she was on the verge of death, and I almost told Matt and Aaron that we should take her to the ER, but I didn't.
We could take care of her now.
Aaron was sitting to the left of me, his eyes on Renee. Every few minutes, he rubbed a hand over his face in agitation, foot tapping at warp speed against the carpet. Across from us, Matt was leaning back in the chair, sittin
