My hands shook. Not from fear anymore. From rage. White-hot, blinding rage.
I went to our room. I pulled out a bag.
Michael thought he could wreck me but all he did was just piss me the hell off.
He counted on me running. Like I always did? Let them win? Let Jack lose everything because of me?
He expected me to be quiet...like a good little whore he branded me but I wasn't that girl anymore.
What I am now was pissed off as fuck.
"No." The word scraped my throat. Raw. Final.
I picked up the bag. Turned. Walked out.
Not running, Michael. I'm hunting. I'm hunting you.
You came after Jack. And he definitely wasn't fair game.
I found Zee in his treehouse. Smelled like chemicals and mischief.
"Zee" I yelled for him to come out.
He peeked out of the treehouse, eyes daunting like he was expecting trouble. "Thank Goodness. I thought you were my Mama. Wait...are you here for more words of affirmation crap"
"What?" I squirted my eyes at him in confusion.
