Brianna

“Yes, go handle it.” I waved Callan off.

“Not until I know this didn't just fúck everything up.” His eyes darted around my face to try and read me.

“It fucked everything up, Callan. It fucked everything up.”

I don't even know how he thinks it couldn't, he fisted his hair and released a harsh breath.

“Brianna, don't.” He stepped up to me.

“Don't what? I didn't do anything!” 

 

I was so mad that I was shaking, maybe it wasn't just being mad. It is the adrenaline of nerves and confusion and heart ache again. I did this to myself again.

“You are going to shut me out, just...