Clouded Judgement. NICHOLA HARVEY

what can I do? Until there's enough evidence to lock them away, I’m powerless to stop them! I just wished I understood what drove my mother to treat me so abhorrently. And Emmett’s insidious obsession with me, that I’ll never understand either. But I’m over torturing myself trying to find out!” I pulled my knees up, hugging them tightly and cried some more. Something else I was tired of doing. “Can we just go home, please?”

      Running a hand over his face, Ari broodingly answered, “Yeah, sure. After today, I need a stiff drink.”

      I sensed the indifference the moment he hauled me off the sofa, his body language, in particular. His hold usually made me feel warm and protected from the world, but how could it when it too, like the tone of his voice and the way he looked me felt distinctly wooden. Also noticeable was the significant gap between us – a sign telling me he was there, but only in a mildly physical sense, just not emotionally, breaking my heart.

      Shutting me out when the tough got going had become an annoyingly bad habit of his lately, and it was seriously starting to piss me off. Chiefly after his recent apology and an unequivocal promise, there wouldn’t be any more outbursts or selfish brooding.

      Everyone let me down in the end, why should Ari be any different?