Saving Me (Finding You #3)
“Don’t make me break the frigging door down!”
Bang. Bang. Bang. “If you’re not out here on the count of three, I’m coming in and I promise you don’t want that! One…Two…Three…” I opened the door.
“About fucking time! What’s wrong with you? You got the shits or something?” When I didn’t answer, he swiped me across the side of the head. “Answer me, damn it!”
“N…n…no…my bladder was full.” He was so unstable. Anything could trigger a violent outburst. The simplest of things. I never knew what those things were going to be so it was a case of me always having to tread on eggshells, hoping I did or said the right thing. In this case, I had pushed him by purposefully stalling but it still didn’t warrant a slap around the head.
“Change of plans! As much as I know you were looking forward to continuing our ‘getting to know each other again’ session, I need to get food.
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