Page 29 of Unbound
I don’t say a word to him and push him back away from me, and he glares, catching himself, eyes locking in a battle he’ll never understand. He’s the last person I want to see because he’s just another fucking reminder that I’m not good enough for any of them. Even him.Especiallyhim.
I can’t believe this bullshit. I can’t fucking believe it.I shake my head, wanting to laugh and scream and cry at the same time. But I do neither. Instead, my pulse races, frozen in place, my back pressed to the side of the house where Red has me cornered, my view of Sophie cut off.
“Okay,that’s enough.” Mom pushes me back against the fence, out of everyone’s view like she used to when I was a fucking child and would throw fits. We’d stand here until I calmed down, which usually took hours but she was the only person who could ever get through to me and this stubbornness that consumes me when I’m upset.
With a shaking breath, I kiss my mom’s forehead as I try to pass but she holds on, always trying with her mother-strong hold.
My eyes shut and once they’re closed, I don’t want to open them because I know the look I’m going to get.
“Rawley, don’t,” she whispers. “Don’t do this today. Please don’t run away. I know you’re upset and we can talk later, but don’t run away. Not again.”
With unsteady hands, I remove her fingers from my shirt and walk away.
It’s what I’m good at.
