She ducks under my arm, stomps to the dresser and grabs the frame before she opens the window and hurls it. I hear glass smash as it hits the ground.
“Not fucking okay,” I growl and advance until she’s against the wall and I’m again caging her in.
“No, it’s really, really not, Jason,” she says, voice and chin both trembling.
I know I can’t get any closer, which guts me. Beyond that, the look in her eyes is making my chest feel like it’s caving in.
“You need to go,” she says.
“Not without you, Bay. Let’s sit down and talk this out.”
“Please leave.” She ducks and sidesteps.
I advance. She backs up and falls onto the bed. “No!” she warns, pointing.
“Jase,” Graydon says from behind me.
“I don’t want to hear any bullshit from you, Jason,” she says.
“Bullshit?”
“Anything that comes out of your mouth right now is based on one thing and one thing only. I’m not interested, so please leave me alone.”
“I’m not leaving without you.”
“Jase.” Graydon slaps my back to get my attention.
I turn around and he’s up in my space. But he doesn’t look pissed, doesn’t look like he wants to beat my ass. He looks concerned.
“Walk with me, son.”
Out of respect for the man, I follow, but I’m not happy about it.
15
BAILEY
“Oh my gosh!” Mom rushes in. “What was that?”
“The Young sisters said they’d help me,” I whisper.
My heart feels like it’s going to pound straight out of my chest.
Jase was furious. Livid. Scary.
I want to barf.
I look out the window and see Jase and my father talking on the street. Jase squats and picks up the silver photo frame I threw out the window. Gosh, that was really irresponsible of me. Someone could’ve been hit!
He looks up at me, so I quickly move out of sight.
“Did you see how far he flew back? He could’ve been hurt, Bailey!”
“Excuse me, Mom,” I mutter as I move into my bathroom and shut the door before I grip the vanity and stare into the mirror.
My heart is pounding too hard. My skin feels clammy. My chest is tight.
I regard my reflection as I pull in a deep breath and let it out slowly.