Chapter 22

I knew shouting was not a good idea. I knew shouting would make me feel worse, and well, it does, because now I am physically sick. I hear him open the door and walk back in. I am too busy throwing up the entire contents of my stomach. Finally finishing, I brush my teeth and walk back through, unable to look at him. How can he be so quick to think I would do that? To actually believe Marcus? Would he believe Marcus over me so easily? Could he really turn around any time he wanted and lie and say we slept together, and Jackson would just believe him?

I grab my clothes. As I begin to get dressed, I sit on the bed. He walks over to me. He falls to his knees in front of me, his hand lifting my head up to look at him.

“I wouldn’t have thought that if it wasn’t for Marcus. I trusted him, and I believed that he had told me the truth. I would never think you would do something without someone I trust telling me. Why didn’t you just tell me, why lie?”

I want to leave. I d