58.

And so, one night's mistakes unraveled the rest.

"H-how could you?" I croaked, sobbing as I tried to concentrate on him, not even bothering to check on Sam.

"He deserved to know."

He deserved to know.

He had said the same thing a few months ago, at the first bonfire.

He had said it again now.

It was as if the past had come back to haunt me, torture me for my sins.

And I deserved everything I got.

"Leave," I manage to choke out, and go to shove at his chest with every force left in me, but I was so weak when it came to him, that I couldn't even demonstrate the anger I felt towards him in that moment.

"Leave!"

He grabs my wrists, and pushes my hands down, careful not to hurt me, but enough to stop my frantic movements.

"Not until you choose."

"What the fuck are you talking about? How can you be so selfish!"

"Dove, choose. It's me or him, because I can't stick around and play your games anymore, I won't."