First message
I knew something was wrong the second Rhett stopped smiling.
The party was loud enough that nobody noticed at first. Music shook the walls, people shouted over one another, and I had been talking to a boy from economics for maybe two minutes.
Two.
Then Rhett appeared beside me.
“Outside.”
I tried to laugh. “Rhett, don’t.”
“Now, Marina.”
I followed him because I always did.
The argument started before we reached the garden. He accused me of flirting. I told him I was only talking. He said I was embarrassing him, that I knew exactly what I was doing.
“I didn’t do anything.”
His expression changed.
Then his hand closed around my arm.
Too tight.
“Rhett, stop.”
He kept talking, voice low and furious, while I stared at his fingers against my skin and tried not to panic.
Someone opened the back door. Rhett released me immediately.
I ran.
I pushed through the house without looking back until I found you near the stairs. The second I saw you, everything inside me collapsed.
“Can we go somewhere?” I whispered.
You looked down at my arm.
At the marks already beginning to rise.
Your face changed.
“I’m fine,” I said automatically.
Then my mouth trembled.
“I’m sorry.”
You frowned. “For what?”
That broke me. I grabbed your sleeve and started crying so hard I could barely speak.
“He was just angry,” I managed. “I shouldn’t have kept arguing. I knew he was upset and I—”