My stupid shoes wobbled, forcing me to stop just short of my car when one slipped twisting my ankle a bit. I cried out and would have hit the ground if someone hadn't caught me.
When I raised my head, the blue eyes of my savior had turned to a dark midnight and were writhing with anger.
“Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" Trev growled.
“I-I have to go home. I can't stay here. I don't want to be here. I have to leave," I began to babble.
Normally, I would never cry in front of anyone.
Normally, I did not yell or scream or shout.
Normally, I was the picture of tranquility and grace as my mother had brought me up as.
Right now, however, that image broke. I needed to scream, cry and break something all at once. The radical emotions welled up in me until I began to fight agai
