Kiss To Forget (Blairwood University #2) - Anna B. Doe Page 0,17
at us.
The panic returns in full force, my stomach clenching painfully with unease.
Did anybody hear what he said?
Just the thought of it makes me shiver. If anybody were to find out… No, I can’t even go there.
“Am I?” His eyes grow hard as he glares at me. “Because I don’t remember you trying to defend yourself.”
I push him back. Hard. Fuck this, fuck him.
“That’s because I don’t owe you an explanation,” I yell back at him. “You know what? I’m done with this.”
I’m getting out of here. I’ll deal with Callie’s wrath later, promise her a girls’ night, anything just to get out of here. But I’m not staying here a second longer.
Leaving money on the counter along with the drink a confused Mark just left there, I go back to the booth and grab my things.
“I’m leaving,” I say, pulling my jacket on in a hurry.
“What?” Callie turns to me, a confused look on her face. “But you just got here.”
“Something… something came up.” I pick up my backpack. “I’m sorry, Cals, but I have to go.”
“Yasmin!” Nixon calls after me, but I don’t turn to acknowledge him.
Callie looks over my shoulder and then back at me. I give her a pleading look, hoping she’ll understand. Her face turns serious, but she nods.
“I’ll see you later.” I dash between people, praying to God that the crowd will swallow me so I don’t have to deal with Nixon again. Maybe he’ll trip over his own feet, face-plant to the ground, and break his nose. That’s exactly what he deserves, cabrón.
Just when I think I’m safe, somebody grabs my hand and pulls me to a stop.
“You can’t leave like that,” he grits angrily, pulling me to the side.
I’m not sure how he isn’t cold, because it’s even more freezing outside than when I came. And in my hurry to get out of there, I didn’t have a chance to zip my jacket or put on my scarf.
“I can, and I am,” I say, pulling my hand out of his. His hair is disheveled, and there is an almost wild look in his eyes. I don’t know what his problem is, and I don’t want to find out. All I want is to be left alone. “You don’t know shit that’s been going on, and besides, who the fuck do you think you are to judge me? What gives you the right? So fuck off and leave me the hell alone.”
I try to get around him, but Nixon doesn’t let me pass. Instead, he gets in my face. We’re so close our chests are brushing together, and I can feel his warm breath touch my skin.
“Oh, but you have a right to judge me? Because that’s all you’ve done since the moment we met. High and mighty Yasmin Hernandez is allowed to judge whoever she wants, while on the side she fucks the freaking coa—”
“Don’t you dare say it,” I yell at him, interrupting before he can finish the sentence. Panic is crawling at my insides. I’m losing it, but there isn’t anything I can do to stop this train wreck from happening.
I close my eyes, feeling the tears prickle behind my eyelids.
You will not cry. You will not…
“Oh no?” Nixon laughs, the sound echoing in the silent night. “Because the truth hurts, right? Truth is an ugly, unforgiving bitch. Tell me, is he your first one? Or was there somebody else? Is it a fetish of yours? Fucking forbidden men in position of power?”
Every single word he says is like a slap to my face. Only it somehow feels worse. I’d rather have him punch me than have to listen to his ugly, hurtful words one more second.
A sob rips out of me as something inside me breaks.
“He’s my fucking father, you asshole,” I shout, shoving him away.
I’m not sure who’s more surprised, him or me.
Nixon stumbles back, falling on his ass, his mouth hanging open while my hand flies to cover my equally gaping lips as the words I’ve never, not once, uttered out loud, ring in the night.
“Y-Yasmin, I…” Nixon says, trying to get up.
Shaking my head, the horror of what just happened, what I revealed, sets in, and I feel a lone tear fall down my cheek.
Swallowing down the lump in my throat, I turn on my heels and run. This time, Nixon doesn’t try to follow me.
Chapter Eight
NIXON
“What the hell was that yesterday?” Hayden asks as he enters my room early the next morning.