“Tessa is all banged up and has a concussion because of you, and here you are getting drunk. You’re such a prick!” he practically screams. “That wasn’t my fucking fault and I tried to talk to her!” “Yes, it was your fault! It was your damn text message that she was trying to read when she crashed. A text that she knew right away was a lie, might I add.” The breath is knocked out of me. “What are you talking about?” I choke. “She was so anxious to hear from you all day, she grabbed her phone as soon as she saw your name.” This is my fault. How did I not put it together? I caused these injuries
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God you're fucking oblivious
