15-05-2021-052358It-Ends-with-Us

I know I need stitches.
I know he’s taking me to the hospital.
But I have no idea why the next words out of my mouth are, “Don’t
take me to Mass General. Take me somewhere else.”
For whatever reason, I don’t want to risk the chance of running
into any of Ryle’s colleagues. I hate him. I hate him in this moment
more than I’ve ever hated my father. But concern for his career still
somehow breaks through the hatred.
When I realize this, I hate myself just as much as I hate him.