“Jason, just tell me. What do I have to do with your drugs?â€? I whispered with the phone still secured in my hand.

Jason sighed, rubbing his forehead. “I need my phone.â€? He said.

“Why? Do you have druggie clients in here or something?â€?

That did it.

Jason growled and charged toward me like a bull. I jumped over the couch’s arm and went across the room but Jason ran around the couch and caught me.

We wrestled to the floor, fighting over his cell. When he had me pinned down—like always—he yanked the phone from my fingers. “Don’t try and get it back. I don’t want to hurt you, Allie. I’m serious.â€?

“Then why have you been hurting me?!â€? I sobbed.

“I … I had to … to get my drugs … from Collin.â€? He admitted while standing up.

I gasped, clenching my teeth. “Collin made you … do this … to me?â€? I said, inaudibly.

“Yes. I didn’t want to but I need my—“ I cut him off. My turn to growl.