My father sat there on the examination bed, his mouth opening to spill the ugly truth to Meadow that I was the one who had driven Annabel out to that dark, empty roadside last night and left her there like the garbage that she was . She deserved it, that whining b***h, but Meadow didn't need to know. Not yet. No way was I letting him ruin everything. I had no choice. I had to burst into the room right then and stop him, even if it meant breaking the stupid restraining order they slapped on me. Consequences be damned. Meadow is mine. All mine. Those soft curves, that long hair, those piercing green eyes they belong to me and no one else. Not to that prick Ethan, not to her weak ex, not even to herself. I dream about locking her away in a place where only I can touch her, where she begs for
