Page 47 of Storm

“Who gave you that?”

“They thought you would want me to have it.”

“Well, I don’t. Take it off,” he growls. I take a step back, unsure of what the hell is happening here. He can’t be serious. Can he?

“Is it…is it that girl out there? Is that what’s going on?” he huffs out a breath and shakes his head before shifting to sit himself off. I see him wince in pain, and I want to help him, but I stay back.

“She helped me, that’s it. I promised her that I would help her. This has nothin’ to do with her.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s us, Kenzee! It’s you! This shit, this life, it’s not yours. Just like you said before, you don’t want this.”

“Storm, we’ve been over this. I want you.”

“No. You can’t fuckin’ have me, Kenzee. Not anymore. I fucked up messin’ with you. I should have never laid a hand on you.”

“How can you say that? You don’t know the hell that I’ve gone through since you’ve been gone, Storm,” I scream at him.

“That’s exactly what I’m sayin’. Don’t you fuckin’ get it? You don’t need this shit. You wanted to be free of this club and date who you wanted. I’m givin’ you that chance, Kenzee. Get the fuck out of my room!” He roars louder this time. I’m about to take a step back but I don’t.

“No.”

“What?”

“No. I’m not leaving.”

“You don’t have a fuckin’ choice. I don’t want you here,” he roars this time. I could lie and say that his words aren’t killing me inside. I could lie and say that I’m not hurt by what he’s saying, but I know why he’s saying it.

“You don’t get to pick and choose when I’m around anymore, Storm. We made a deal.”

“What fuckin’ deal, Kenzee?”

“The one when you said that you’d try!”

“And I did. It didn’t work.”

“Because of this? Because of what happened? Don’t be a fucking coward, Storm.” He huffs out a breath as I take a step closer to him. He won’t even look me in the eye now, and that pisses me off. I step up next to the bed and grab his face in my hand, forcing him to look at me.

“Tell me you don’t love me.”

“Fuck you,” he hisses as I squeeze his face harder in my hand. He doesn’t make a move to move it, so I hold on.

“Tell me you don’t love me, Storm. Say the fucking words, and I’ll walk out of this room.”

“Fuck you, Kenzee.” The door opens behind me but I don’t bother looking over.

“Say it!” I scream in his face. His eyes move from me to whoever is in the room and back. He smirks at me now, a dark, evil smirk.

“I don’t.”

“Liar. You said it to me. You meant it.” Now he reaches up and slaps my hand away from his face when I hear my uncle clear his throat.

“What’s this?”

“Storm thinks he can push me away now.”

“Is that right?” My uncle asks.