“Get your fucking hands off of her!â€? Shane yelled from the other side of the car.

Macon looked up and asked, “What’s it to you? It’s not like you haven’t done anything to her?â€?

Shane didn’t reply; he looked a little muffled. But he did walk around the car to release Macon’s hands from Macy’s throat and she fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch her again!â€? Shane continued.

“Why are you protecting her? After all of this?â€? Macon spat out as Macy tried to crawl on the ground from between them. But Macon’s foot was on her back instantly as if he knew her every move.

“Macon, please, let me go.â€? She whined.

“No. You’re a part of this.â€? he replied.

“I don’t wanna be.â€? she whispered.

“Fine. You’re lucky I’m not too tempted to kick you.â€? With that said, she got up fast, settling on the other side of the car and the boys continued their argument.

Still, Macy was ready, past ready, to explain everything to the both of them. But then she realized: neither were worth it.