“How the hell do you expect me to leave you? Look at you! I can’t walk out of here after seeing you like this! It goes against bloody everything in me to do that.”
“But I told you I’d call if I needed you.” My head pounded and I closed my eyes. “You shouldn’t have been here in the first place, so just forget you ever came.” I pushed past him and pulled two Tylenol out of the drawer.
And stared at the glass dumbly because I couldn’t fucking keep anything down.
I threw the glass in the sink and it dropped with a smash. I rested my forehead against the fridge, the tears spilling over my eyes.
“Brenda,” he whispered.
“I’ve never been in so much fucking pain in my life. My head is thumping and my stomach hurts so bad, but there’s nothing I can do, because I can’t keep a single fuckin
