“Shut the fuck up, you fucking fag!” My body caves in on itself and I slide down into a seated position against the porch rail, gasping for air that won’t seem to fill my lungs the way I need it to. Glass digs into my palms, but I barely feel it. All my focus should be on trying to breathe again. But the second I see Cannon wrap his arm around Kole’s neck, all thought of oxygen is gone. “The fuck did you call him?” Cannon growls,
Oh lordy
