Darren did drive them home, but Jayden had it put on the record that he seriously protested. Darren’s knuckles were swollen and bloodied, and once they were home, Jayden had them straight in the kitchen sink.
“Don’t b***h,” he bitched when Darren grimaced. “It’s your own fault, you know.”
“Yeah, well, it made me feel better.”
Jayden had nothing to say to that, really. Darren did tend to stabilise after he’d lashed out, which was kind of his whole problem in that he didn’t lash out very much, he pushed it all down and hid it away, but the consequences…
He’d come back several times from boxing with scraped knuckles, or a bruised face where he’d stuck out a sparring session too long, and Jayden worried sometimes. Worried maybe…maybe boxing was a replacement for the cutting.
“I just wish
