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down his face. Wiping them away with the sleeve of his jacket, he headed back home. The drive felt long and lonely. This was the only way. She had a disease. Until she got help, until she wanted to get better, she’d be chasing her tail in a vicious circle of agony. She needed to learn to forgive herself, because only then would she accept life didn’t have to be what she was making of it.
Bryce’s heart was heavy. Climbing into bed that night, sleep wouldn’t come. He barely slept, and wanted to at least check in on her, making sure she got home safely. It was a mistake. He needed to cut her off, and yet he kept going back. When he went to her apartment, she was gone. He let himself in with his spare key. Her clothes and some of her belongings were gone. Bryce slammed the door shut behind him. There was no note, no message, only an empty closet.
Driving home, the frustration and anger mounted. He’d gone through the trouble of saving her ass one too many times, and this is how she thank ed him? Leaving without a note - nothing? It was his fault. He threw her out of his truck in the middle of the night, tossing her on the side of the road like a rag doll.
Pulling into his driveway, he hopped out of the truck and walked to the barn. Pushing things over, yelling, it didn’t make it better, but it helped him vent out his frustration. Hannah walked in just as he slammed his fist into the beam, roaring with pain.
She ran to him . “What’s going on?”
The look in his eyes frightened her. She’d never seen him this way. “Just leave me be,” he shot out.
“Bryce?”
“Not now, Hannah.” His voice was booming and strong. His hand throbbed, and his anger was still raging out of control.
Hannah backed away and then ran to her truck, crying.
“Shit.” Bryce mumbled under his breath, realizing what he’d just done. Chasing after her, he shouted, “Hannah, wait.” She shook her head, and pulled out of the driveway. This wasn’t the man she loved. This was somebody who couldn’t control his rage and emotions. That wasn’t a man she saw in there, it was a monster.
Bryce wanted to chase after her, talk to her, help her understand, but his hand needed attention. Cursing under his breath, he went to tend to his body. Filling the sink with water and ice, he buried his hand in the cold water, helping to bring the swelling down. It hurt to move his fingers, and he realized the damage he might have done. His stupidity would cost him dearly.
He’d pushed his sister away, scared the girl he loved, and damaged his body. What else could go wrong?
Chapter 10
Bryce stood with his hand in the cold water. Clenching his teeth, he realized how foolish it was to smash his fist like that. His sister was a grown woman. She’d have to take care of herself. It’s what he wanted anyway, right? He’d grown so used to cleaning up her messes. It was all he knew anymore.
She’d come find him or call , eventually. She’d find trouble, and had nobody else to bail her out. Cautiously wrapping his hand with some bandages, Bryce cringed as he secured the edge with a metal binder clip.
He needed to talk to Hannah. Should he call , or go see her? Would she even want to talk to him after what she saw?
There was only one way to find out. Bryce headed out to his truck, realizing he used his right hand for damn near everything. Maneuvering with his left hand, he started his truck and drove down the road.
When Gretta answered the door, he was almost relieved. Hannah might just take one look at him and slam the door. “Is Hannah here?”
“She is. One moment, please.”
When she came down the hallway and saw him standing there, she didn’t know what to say. Part of her wanted to run into his arms, help mend his hand and make it all better. The other part of her realized she only knew the pieces of Bryce that he let her see.
“Can we talk?”
She nodded, and grabbed a jacket. Going outside, they leaned against his
Bryce’s heart was heavy. Climbing into bed that night, sleep wouldn’t come. He barely slept, and wanted to at least check in on her, making sure she got home safely. It was a mistake. He needed to cut her off, and yet he kept going back. When he went to her apartment, she was gone. He let himself in with his spare key. Her clothes and some of her belongings were gone. Bryce slammed the door shut behind him. There was no note, no message, only an empty closet.
Driving home, the frustration and anger mounted. He’d gone through the trouble of saving her ass one too many times, and this is how she thank ed him? Leaving without a note - nothing? It was his fault. He threw her out of his truck in the middle of the night, tossing her on the side of the road like a rag doll.
Pulling into his driveway, he hopped out of the truck and walked to the barn. Pushing things over, yelling, it didn’t make it better, but it helped him vent out his frustration. Hannah walked in just as he slammed his fist into the beam, roaring with pain.
She ran to him . “What’s going on?”
The look in his eyes frightened her. She’d never seen him this way. “Just leave me be,” he shot out.
“Bryce?”
“Not now, Hannah.” His voice was booming and strong. His hand throbbed, and his anger was still raging out of control.
Hannah backed away and then ran to her truck, crying.
“Shit.” Bryce mumbled under his breath, realizing what he’d just done. Chasing after her, he shouted, “Hannah, wait.” She shook her head, and pulled out of the driveway. This wasn’t the man she loved. This was somebody who couldn’t control his rage and emotions. That wasn’t a man she saw in there, it was a monster.
Bryce wanted to chase after her, talk to her, help her understand, but his hand needed attention. Cursing under his breath, he went to tend to his body. Filling the sink with water and ice, he buried his hand in the cold water, helping to bring the swelling down. It hurt to move his fingers, and he realized the damage he might have done. His stupidity would cost him dearly.
He’d pushed his sister away, scared the girl he loved, and damaged his body. What else could go wrong?
Chapter 10
Bryce stood with his hand in the cold water. Clenching his teeth, he realized how foolish it was to smash his fist like that. His sister was a grown woman. She’d have to take care of herself. It’s what he wanted anyway, right? He’d grown so used to cleaning up her messes. It was all he knew anymore.
She’d come find him or call , eventually. She’d find trouble, and had nobody else to bail her out. Cautiously wrapping his hand with some bandages, Bryce cringed as he secured the edge with a metal binder clip.
He needed to talk to Hannah. Should he call , or go see her? Would she even want to talk to him after what she saw?
There was only one way to find out. Bryce headed out to his truck, realizing he used his right hand for damn near everything. Maneuvering with his left hand, he started his truck and drove down the road.
When Gretta answered the door, he was almost relieved. Hannah might just take one look at him and slam the door. “Is Hannah here?”
“She is. One moment, please.”
When she came down the hallway and saw him standing there, she didn’t know what to say. Part of her wanted to run into his arms, help mend his hand and make it all better. The other part of her realized she only knew the pieces of Bryce that he let her see.
“Can we talk?”
She nodded, and grabbed a jacket. Going outside, they leaned against his
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