Thorne
"Thorne, what are you even saying right now?" Josie's voice cracked through the tension that filled the kitchen. Her eyes — those damn eyes that always managed to pierce right through me — were bright with unshed tears. "Do you even realize how much you've been hurting me since this morning?"
Her words hit hard, but I refused to let her see that. I clenched my jaw, keeping my expression blank.
"Josie—"
"No!" she snapped, stepping forward. "Do you even hear yourself anymore? You'd rather believe everyone else but me. Is that what this is now? You can't trust me unless someone else tells you I'm right?"
I could feel the anger rising in my chest, raw and sharp. I didn't want to hear it. Not right now. Not after the mess of a day it had already been.
"I don't want to hear all that," I growled, cutting her off. "I want to know why you've chosen to punish me."
"Punish you?" she echoed, disbelief flashing across her face.
