Fixer POV
I was fuming; they made my blood boil.
Why do they do that?
How can you go from being a good friend to turning your back so completely?
If Jenny had done something so stupid, and boy, has Jenny done some stupid things, I would hear her out, even if it hurts; I would never turn my back on her completely. I might not be the same as her, but I would never turn my back on her or block her out; she would have to earn my trust back.
Tank was soon in our room, holding me to him, our food on the table, getting cold, but I didn't care; this was better than food.
I needed him.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have lost it. Can I blame baby brain?" I asked with a dry chuckle, trying to break the rage that was simmering inside of me.
"You can." Tank pulled me to the table and took a seat, placin
