“Whoa,” Jeremy holds his hands up like he would catch me if I fell. “What’s wrong? Are you drunk? Did you take something?” “No,” I manage between breaths that are coming too fast. They’re taking over and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m so tired of fighting. A tear trickles down my cheek. “What happened? What did your dad do?” Jeremy wraps one hand around the back of my neck, the other holds my wrist. I can’t speak, can’t admit to the humiliation of my failures out loud. All I can do is shake my head and pull up my shirt. Show him how much of a fuck up I am. How broken. Useless.
