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Chapter 11 Part 2

Maxwell

“Let me see your hand.” More than anything I want to lecture her on her carelessness, but my voice comes out slow and calm in efforts to ease the situation.

“No. What the hell are you doing here? Did you not see my note or do you just not care. Haven’t you done enough damage?” The disgust in her voice feels as though a knife is shredding my insides.

“I did read your hate letter and I was going to go, but then I heard a crash. Note or not I had to see if you were okay. I might have pushed you too far, but you’re the one who’s making yourself bleed all over the floor. Now let me see your hand.”

“No!” she yells as she squares her shoulders all while blocking as much of her hand from view as she can manage.

I force breaths to tame my anger because my patience is wearing thin. “Charlie, right now, you might need stitches. Let me see your hand.”

“Stitches, sure act as if you care that I might need stitches. Let’s be honest with each other, I can see your blood thirsty stare that see
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