Chapter 145

  Is that what he does? Screws and then forgets it? Is this who he is? Why am I shocked at this? I know that’s who he is; I’ve seen it a million times.

  “Fuuuck … Emma,” he groans dropping his face into his hand, rolling onto his back away from me once more. It sounds like he’s asking God for strength as he pushes up and moves away completely, jumping to his feet and stalking off toward the bathroom to deal with the condom. I turn away; I don’t want to see him naked. Not now, not ever again.

  I leap up, fully submerged in emotional madness and regret, and run to my room. I slam the door, locking it behind me, and brace myself against it, panting, unable to reel in the chaos inside of me. The beginnings of a panic attack overwhelm me.