#Chapter27

“I'm sorry… I’m … Kayla, look… I’m sorry.” He bats my hands down, catches my wrists, and attempts to cool me down. “Stop, okay… I get it. My bad …. this is on me… I’m ruining your life.” He croons it at me, hints of sarcasm veiled in his response, and I pause to scowl and shake my head at him.

“Then stop… it’s not hard. Stop with the bullshit. Stop flunking school….. stop doing shit like getting drunk and living recklessly. Stop doing things to trigger my mom…….. to make me scared and worried over you…. just STOP!”

The word rings between us for a silent second, almost...