Maddy didn’t look behind her.
Didn’t say goodbye.
Just walked out, and I was reminded of another time, when she’d been afraid and had done the same thing.
I wanted to fight.
I wanted to chase her.
I wanted so many things.
But in that moment, I wondered if there had been too much bad blood, and if we’d ever really be over that day.
Or if we’d continue to relive it as if it was happening all over again.
Six hours later, the rest of us were released.
Six hours later, a six-pack of beer, pizza, and I were sitting in my living room, staring at the wall, wondering where I’d gone wrong in defending her.
It wasn’t until sleep had nearly overtaken me that I remembered the look of embarrassment and horror on her face when I’d punched Levi.
Bad call, Jason. Bad call.