Chapter
Nineteen
I
always feel an atmosphere in the room after a big argument. The memory of
Graham's words hangs on the air like a bad smell. I never like to be the one
who says something first but I always feel like it is. Crack some joke, try to
make someone feel better, I was always quite good at it, but now I have no idea
what to say.
'Honestly,
Yates,' Elle says. Her hand still on his arm. 'Don't listen to a word he says.
He's such a dick.'
'Dick,
isn't the word,' Yates says, layering scorn on the word like it tastes dirty.
'I saved his life.'
'He'll
come round,' I say, admiring Elle's tone, the way she can appear sympathetic
and utterly on Yates's side all at once.
'What
if I don't want him to come around?'
'Is
there anything we can do, Easton?' Elle asks.
'First
thing I'm going to do is slap him,' I reply. 'After than we'll think about it.
I'm not having him talk to anyone like that.'
My
fists are balled so tight I think I can feel my nails digging into my skin. I
storm across the room and throw the door open.
Graham
stands on the other side of it, leaning against the wall. He looks as angry as
I feel.
'Oh,
so you listened then?' I say. 'Not gone downstairs and fallen to pieces?'
'Well,
I don't want to hurt him either,' he replies.
'You
care about Yates?' I snap. 'Really? After that performance? Stop kidding
yourself, Graham.'
'Look,'
he says. 'I snap sometimes, I have a quick temper.'
'And
that's an excuse?' I say. 'Go back in there right now and apologise.'
'Alright,
Dad.' Graham snorts.
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