“Grow up,” he sneers. “You shouldn’t have to call your goddamn girlfriend when you’re feeling weak.” He removes his hand off my head, and taps my cheek, twice with force. My head jerks back on the second contact. And disgust lingers in my dad’s eyes. For not being strong enough to withstand a fucking slap to the face. “Hey!” Ryke yells at him. I feel Lily’s hand in mine almost immediately. And I spin around, done with this shit. Just over everything. “Lo…” she says, hurrying next to me, but I readjust our hands, lacing my fingers with hers. “Don’t leave me,” I whisper. I’m afraid of myself, I
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