Marcie flinched at the slam and stood there at a loss, panting for breath as she tried to make any damn sense for what had just happened. She was so hurt, so angry- no, furious at Kaden, that she couldn’t think straight. “FUCKING LITTLE UNGRATEFUL SHIT!” she screamed after him, and turned to her bed to pick up her pillow and scream into it. Gods, she could rend fucking Bethany limb from limb for her bullshit, and scatter them to the four winds, and then play soccer with her head.
She could hear Kaden thumping in his room, and figured he was going to leave. Wasn’t that what he did? Run away when things got tough? Well she didn’t have to stay either. She grabbed her phone and wallet and keys, and froze. Her parents were both at work, and Cathal was busy. The only car she had access to was the hot rod. Well, time to see if Cathal’s upgrades had done any good.
But she waited, listening for Kaden to leave, struggling not to cry as she did so.