Chapter 97
"Why?" He doesn't seem able to say much else. The tension is almost unbearable. I wish he'd say something else. I just wish he'd be angry, so I could get it over and done with.
Someone once told me to be careful what you wish for. I wish I'd listened, because, all of a sudden, he's not just angry. He's fuming.
"What on earth were you thinking? You ran off, without telling anyone where you were going! We were worried sick! Did it not occur to you at any point to phone one of us and let us know where you were? Or even to just pick up your phone? We phoned, we sent texts, and you didn't reply! Then, when you finally picked up, you talked in riddles and reduced Noelle to tears!" I snap when he says this.
"Don't you dare pull that one on me! I'm a fully grown adult, I am entitled to some freedom and some privacy!"
"You could have died!"
"But I didn't!"
"That's not the point!"
"Then what is? I'm back, I'm perfectly fine-" He cuts me off mid-sentence.
"Perfectly fine? You were beaten black and blue! You're lucky you didn't break something!"
"I've had worse. I'm fine. No harm done."
"Do you honestly believe that?"
"It's true."
"It isn't! Even if it was, that's not the point. You were stupid and reckless. What did you think would happen?" I'm thrown by that. I lower my head again quickly and shrug. "A shrug is not an acceptable answer, Vincent. Why did you do it? Why did you run off, no word to anyone? Why did you do something so stupid?"