I was crying because I felt like crying?! What kind of question is that?! I didn’t answer Robert and his eyes hardened.

“I asked you why the hell you were crying.â€? his voice rose at the end but he struggled to keep it low and vicious at the same time.

I sniffed, not answering. The hand stroking my cheek slapped me. “I want to.â€? I finally whispered, flinching away from his hand.

“You what? You’re crying because you want to?! But … I love you.â€? I shook my head, trying to run toward the door. Robert pinned me against it. “Forget about going to class. We need to spend time together.â€?

“Before you go back to jail.â€? I whispered but he heard me. He pressed his fist to my cheek roughly.

“Would you like this to bust your face?â€? he hissed and I shook my head quickly. “Then stop acting like a bitch.â€? He shoved at my cheek a little and I turned the other way. “Oh come on!â€? he suddenly yelled. “I waited in jail for you! I’m freakin’ out now! Act like you care!â€?

“I don’t.â€? I whispered fearfully. Bad choice.