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My head jerked back andca a ­couple steps away "They’re ruining you You’ve allowed them so much freedom that they now control your life And you may not be able to see it, Coen, but I can Because of themyou’re toxic I can’t have someone like you in my son’s life"

I stuet in her car and drive away as ive out beneathripped away froain, I was the only one to blame

Chapter Thirteen

Coen--­Dece position and gripped the sheets belowaround me, I bent forward and dropped my head into my hands as I tried to push the memories from my mind

"God damn it!" I roared, and launched a pillow across the roo myself from the sheets, I pulled o Waiting until steam billowed out, I stepped into the shower and fistedI needed it I needed it to make the so away

Stepping out, I didn’t even bother grabbing a towel to dryshoes By the ti on the path, I still had water dripping down my body I didn’t care that I was only in shorts and a short-­sleeved shirt, and that it was snowing, I just needed to run I needed to forget

That was al pain pierced round in the park, and ray of the early day, I could see the tiht Parker here See the first time I’d accidentally run into her here And each one row as it had every time I made it out this far

Three and a half weeks since I’d seen Reagan Almost five since I’d seen Parker, and I hadn’t even told him I loved him that day I’d been an assle, and left That was it, the lastdown onsky and tried to rean, and she hadn’t started answering But I hadn’t shown up at her work or apartment anymore--­to be honest, I was afraid of what I would find out if I did

That she had ain That she hadsomeone like me in her son’s life That she still believed I only wanted her so I wouldn’t have to deal with my de every day for the rest of an and Parker back

I wish I could say that because of Reagan shutting et help But I hadn’t I still believed talking to some random psychiatrist wouldn’t do shit, but every day I wished I would have opened up to Reagan when I’d had the chance She understoodat pictures I’d taken of , when I hadn’t even realized that I’d been doing it She didn’t judge ed me She would have listened; and irl I’d everabout words that should have been said long agoback when she’d first looked through all my pictures But it was too late; I couldn’t turn back tie what I had kept froround and stared blankly in front ofto my feet, I took off in a dead sprint fordown until I was back inside

Grabbing my laptop, I quickly found the folder with the pictures ofup another folder, and then another