I stood by the door, my wet palm gripping my dress. I wasn’t expecting him to be awake. “Hey, Babe, why aren’t you in bed?” I asked as I walked up to him. I reached for his shoulder and he smacked my hands off him. The pain surged through my arm. My eyes locked on him, brows arched. Confusion spread all over my face, “Jake, what’s… going?” I asked, my voice breaking, slightly confused. My hands trembled as I took a step back, away from him. “I asked you a question where were you?” He grunted, his eyes glaring at me, his fist clenched, his jaw clenched. I felt the cold air blow past me, making me shudder. My hands clasped around my elbow as I took another step away from him. Was it because I lied about my whereabouts? Is that the reason I am moving away from him as though he was going to hit me? Jake would never hit me. But I lied to him… but I only did that because I didn’t want him to feel left out. What should I do? What should I say? If I tell him I was out drinking? Would h
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