“Oh, that’s grand coming from the guy who nearly choked someone to death for talking about me.”
Shit. She’s got me there.
Finn, 0.
Gem, 1.
“I wouldn’t have killed him.”
That’s a lie.
I wouldn’t have killed him intentionally, but I blacked out when he talked about doing these things to her. Who knows what would’ve happened if she hadn’t shown up.
“If you’re obsessed with me, just say so.” She gives me a taste of my own medicine.
I’m prepared to talk back when she pushes a strand of her hair behind her ear.
My fists immediately close into tight balls.
What the fuck?
What is that?
There’s a cut on her arm. A long, deep red lesion stretching all the way from her wrist to her elbow.
“Who did that to you?” The words are out of my mouth before I can blink.
She glances down at her arm, instantly sitting up and covering the injury with her palm. “Oh, that? It’s nothing. I’ve had that forever.”
She’s full of shit.
It looks fresh.
God, I did that to her, didn’t I?
She must’ve hurt herself when she was trying to lift me up. I’m quick to sit up and snatch her arm into my hands to get a closer look.
“Don’t fucking lie to me,” I grit out.
She understands she’s busted right away. “It doesn’t even hurt.”
In response, I slightly squeeze her arm near her wound, and she flinches.
Liar.
“I never should’ve gone to that fucking bridge.” I drop back down onto the grass with a sigh.
Why the hell am I this mad?
Why the hell do I care?
“Don’t do that.” She lies back down, guiding my face to the side. Our eyes meet again, but mine are searing with rage.
“Don’t beat yourself up. If I knew the place my biological parents met, I’d be there in a heartbeat,” she confesses.
I jump at the chance to change the subject to get my mind off her wounded arm. Before I go out and strangle someone else.
“You don’t know much about them, huh?” I ask.