MEADOW'S POV.
I closed the door behind me and finally let out a slow breath.
The silence of the room should have felt comforting, but instead it only made everything replay in my head more clearly. Tiffany’s voice, the sting of her slap, the way she looked at me like I was something disgusting she needed to erase. My cheek still burned, even though the pain had started to fade into a dull ache.
Penny was still furious.
“I swear I should have taken control and ripped her arm off.”
“No,” I muttered under my breath as I walked further into the room.
“You keep saying no, but she hit you.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you acting calm about it?”
Because I honestly didn’t know what else to do with all this anger. I was tired, confused, and everything around me felt like it was falling into pi
