Chapter 6

But I’m not going to admit it to the world. Because even if it’s true (God, of course I want it, and of course it pisses me off), what I don’t want is what comes next. Panic and apprehension. Tension and fear. The awful feeling that everything around me is spinning out of control, and no matter how hard I try to stay strong, it’s bound to tear me apart.

“Tell me,” he repeats. His voice is heavy with the pain and anger that have accumulated over these five years. “And then I’ll listen to what you have to tell me.”

A guilt-like feeling washes over me, and I wince. But at the same time, I push his hand away to get up.

“Fuck you,” I snap, ignoring the whispered “shhhhhh” from our row.

I stumble down the center hallway, nearly throwing myself against the door, only breathing when