asons." "Okay, but what's the biggest one?" "He slept with my girlfriend." My eyes got bigger. "Jenny?" He had another drink. "Did she tell you?" I asked.

?" Tony's features broke into an unpleasant smile. There it was. There are always two sides to each story. He took another drink, and I frowned as blood flowed down his fingers onto the kitchen island. Drinking simply made the bleeding worse. I pulled awa

leaving a large wound. As I turned to seek assistance, Tony fell, sliding out of the ch

ny!" "Is he... okay?" She lifted an eyebrow and calmly picked the nicest apple from the bowl on the tabletop. "Where's Mom?" I asked, panicking. She said " I don't know", removing

e him to a real hospital." "Yeah, Milene. "They're taking him," he stated casually, looking across the blood-stained floor. I observed him closely, wondering if he really meant it. Dad never brought us to the hospital without a fight. He caught my eyes, definitely noticing my doubt. "It is as good as a hospital," he said. Ugh. I had no idea where they were going to take T

hand. Jenny even offered to move into his apartment to help him out. Mom said this with an eye roll. She didn't like Jenny. And when I found out she had been seeing Salvatore behind To

he summer, and Benito had left the car windows down the entire way home, saying the wind was good for his hair, so.I hadn't cooled down. I pressed a cool water bottle agains

ootsteps passed through the living room's double doors. "Answer it," Dad replied. "I'll be in my office." There was a moment before Salvatore drawled, "Yeah?" A few seco

me that my ponytail touched his shirt. His hands lay on the back of the couch on either side of me, his gaze fixed on the TV as if I weren't even present. It felt rude and arrogan

it. I wanted to push it further. Was this how people get hooked on danger? "There are seven other TVs in this house, Russo." He pulled again, turning my head back so I could look at him upside down. His eyes