Revelations
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"Get out," I hissed, moving away from him.
"Nina, please."
"No, Isaac. I can't believe you." I stood by the door, my whole body trembling. "Why the hell did you do this? For years. You let me think I killed my own father."
He ran a hand through his hair. "You were so pissed at him for all of the drinking, for breaking Kayla's wrist, for hitting your mom."
I wanted to hit him. I curled my hands into fists and held them at my side. "This is why you left? Jesus Christ. I feel sick."
I bent down, breathing slowly, and when his hand touched my back in a soothing gesture, I flinched. I was disgusted.
"Don't put your fucking hands on me," I snarled. I tried to blink away tears, but couldn't. "This is your fault!" I screamed.
Something flashed in his eyes as he reached for me again, but this time he gripped my wrist tightly, pulling me toward his body.
"Let me go," I said, struggling.
"Listen to me," he snapped. "Stop, Nina." He wrapped his arms around me, squeezing. "I need to explain why."
"Please," I cried. "Don't. Just let me go, Isaac. I won't tell anyone."
His voice was cold, strange. "Oh, yes you will."
He pushed me back, hard, into the door, and I gasped. He'd never physically hurt me, not once. But this was different.
He was different.
"Don't tell," he said firmly. "I told you I would do anything for you. Let this be our secret, Nina."
"Nina, please."
"No, Isaac. I can't believe you." I stood by the door, my whole body trembling. "Why the hell did you do this? For years. You let me think I killed my own father."
He ran a hand through his hair. "You were so pissed at him for all of the drinking, for breaking Kayla's wrist, for hitting your mom."
I wanted to hit him. I curled my hands into fists and held them at my side. "This is why you left? Jesus Christ. I feel sick."
I bent down, breathing slowly, and when his hand touched my back in a soothing gesture, I flinched. I was disgusted.
"Don't put your fucking hands on me," I snarled. I tried to blink away tears, but couldn't. "This is your fault!" I screamed.
Something flashed in his eyes as he reached for me again, but this time he gripped my wrist tightly, pulling me toward his body.
"Let me go," I said, struggling.
"Listen to me," he snapped. "Stop, Nina." He wrapped his arms around me, squeezing. "I need to explain why."
"Please," I cried. "Don't. Just let me go, Isaac. I won't tell anyone."
His voice was cold, strange. "Oh, yes you will."
He pushed me back, hard, into the door, and I gasped. He'd never physically hurt me, not once. But this was different.
He was different.
"Don't tell," he said firmly. "I told you I would do anything for you. Let this be our secret, Nina."