James
Anger coursed through my veins as I stared at Tally sitting on Becca’s living room sofa. I hadn’t expected to see her in Becca’s living room, but fate had other plans. Instead of me coming here to search for her—she found her way towards me.
“Thank you for not going out there,” Tally whispered, staring at her feet.
I wanted to wring her neck and tell her how stupid she was being. Before I could, the front door opened, and Becca walked into the apartment slowly, her eyes not meeting mine.
Casting her eyes towards the floor, she passed by me, making her way towards the stairs. Guilt rolled through me at how I had spoken to her. I realized now I was wrong for speaking to her as I did. She wasn’t the reason I was angry, but she was the only outlet I had when I unraveled.
That was no excuse. I had been a complete asshole.
