Chapter 8: Let's play House

Chloe POV

"Get me water! I'm thirsty!" Mason yelled from the living room.

I groaned.

I thought Mason was going to continue to give me the silent treatment but much to my dismay, it was the opposite of it.

Hours had gone by since we came home, he's holding me hostage in my own home. I couldn't even get out of it with the excuse of going to school, he wouldn't let me.

He hasn't stopped talking since. He is really testing my patience. I know I have his bruised up picture on my phone I could easily use it to blackmail him but, with me being the person who punched him. I sort of felt guilty as well.

So I decided to endure it for a while.

"Here." The water almost spilled when I placed it on the table with much force than needed to.

Mason reached for it and drank.

"Doesn't your nose hurt when you talk?" I asked.

"What? You're suddenly concerned for me?"

"Do I look concerned?" I sarcastically asked.

"Figures."

"What are you even doing here?" I asked. "Go home, take a rest there."

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