Chapitre 24: CHAPTER 24

　　He turns on my bathroom taps and bends to start washing his face, ignoring me and shrugging me off as I try to turn him my way. Seemingly more interested in removing streaky marks caused by road dirt, I spot the smear of lipstick on his neck and an obvious love bite. It kicks me in the chest and stabbing pain in my abdomen fuels my sudden rage.

　　“This isn’t some ‘fast and the furious’ movie, Dane. You could get hurt or hurt other people. Don’t you remember that toddler that died after street racers hit her in Tampa?” I almost wail it at him, tugging his jacket by the sleeve and getting an irritated jerk to get me off. I don’t care and grab at him again to make him face me.