Chapter thirty three

Lacey slammed her door shut. What the hell was that? Standing in the middle of her room, she flexed her fingers and looked around, with Marvin's words repeating in her head over and over again. Making her grow hot with rage. Why on earth would he say that? That was his problem? But right now, she didn't want to be alone. She called Tom. "Hey. Can I come over." There was no controlling the anger in her voice.

"Yeah. Is everything okay?"

"No." She didn't want to vent or cry. She just wanted to be with someone who would comfort her without words.

"Should I come pick you up?" He sounded concerned.

She had no intention of telling him any of what had happened in the last ten minutes. Again all she wanted was to be around someone. Him to be specific.

"No. I'll be there on my own." She adjusted her large t-shirt and leggings and rushed out the room.

"The least she could do is defend herself." She heard Marvin say.