Esme
Jackson had insisted on carrying me up to bed as soon as I had calmed down. It was hardly surprising, given the state of the living room. It was fit for nothing but burning. The events were so hazy in my mind. Jackson tried to explain it to me, but it made no sense. I barely remembered anything at all. Only really the feelings. At first I was fading away, the emptiness creeping in with the never ending blackness. Then out of nowhere came a burning rage. It made me crazy, lashing out at everyone.
“I was there. He said he would kill you and the triplets. That’s what set you off.” Jackson was hung up on what Brodie had said. It was almost as though he was trying to convince me rather than telling me.
“There is no way he meant that.” I might have been angry with Brodie, but there was
