pitched, theatrical sound. "Help

grabbing a handful of her hair a

asn't just about a necklace anymore. It was about every lie, ever

skin, but I barely felt it. I saw the broken locke

, my voice cold and devoid of em

gulping sound. "I'm sorry! I'

led, pulling her hair tighter.

the hell are

s. He stood in the doorway, his fa

rying to pull me off of Kimberly. "

b!" I screamed at him, tears of fury

floor, then to the broken locket. He knelt down and helpe

ously calm. "I'll buy you ten more. You can't attac

a t

e she "accidentally" knocked over. The first-edition book I cherished that she "accidentally" spille

It was a pattern. And he a

sobbed into Caleb's chest.

looking at me with cold,

st thread of hope, of love, of any

s and makeup, her lip trembling in a perfect pe

re free. I dug my own nails into the back of my hand, hard, breaking the skin. Then, before e

scream of pain this ti

hitting the wall. He was staring at the f

thed, his voice filled with a h

nhinged sound that echoed in

shaking with the force of my laughter. "You think this

onto his. "I am going to burn your entire world to