Bentley
My eyebrows scrunch into a frown.
I retract my arm. I was only going to pull her away so she wouldn’t get hurt, but she flinched and guards herself like she’s expecting me to hit her. It breaks something inside me.
She peeks up at me, tears soaking her eyes.
“I’m sorry. I’m just going to go home,” she chokes, storming out of the room.
She talks about her dad like he was an angel. I doubt he’d be the one to—rage boils up inside me.
Does Jake hit Hillary?
No. I don’t think he’d do that.
There’s no way in hell he’d do that.
How do I confirm this? There’s only one person who would know.
Jackie. But I’d rather shove my fist up my own ass than call that b***h.
Georgia, she’d know, but I don’t have her contact.
I don’t even have the energy to keep working. I feel irritated, a
