After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t even look at me, so I take off my shoes and walk into the bedroom. As soon as I go to close the door, I hear glass shatter. When I rush into the living room, the wall is wet and glass litters the floor. I watch helplessly as he grabs the other two glasses and slams them against the wall. He takes one last swig from the bottle and then uses all of his strength to shatter it against the wall.
He grabs the lamp off the table, causing the cord to rip out of the wall before smashing it on the floor. Then he grabs a vase and breaks it against the brick. Why is his first instinct to break everything in sight?
“Stop it!” I scream. “Hardin, you’re going to break all of our stuff! Please stop it!”
“This is your fault, Tessa! You fucking caused this!” he shouts back and grabs another vase. I scurry into the living room and snatch the object from his hand before he can break it.
“I know it is! Please just talk to me,” I beg. I can’t hold my tears back any longer. “Please, Hardin.”
“You fucked up, Tessa, so badly!” His fist slams against the wall.
I knew this was coming, and honestly, I’m surprised it took this long. I’m thankful he chose the drywall to hit—the brick surely would have damaged his hand much worse.
“Just leave me alone, dammit! Go away!” He paces back and forth before slamming both palms against the wall.
“I love you,” I blurt. I need to try to calm him, but he’s just so drunk and intimidating.
“Well, you don’t act like it! You kissed another fucking guy! Then you bring Zed to my fucking house!”
My heart lurches at the mention of Zed’s name. Hardin humiliated him. “I know . . . I’m sorry.” I fight the urge to call him out for being a hypocrite. Yes, I know what I did was wrong, so wrong—but I have forgiven him for hurting me repeatedly.
“You know how fucking crazy, how absolutely fucking mad it makes me to see you with anyone else, and you go and do this shit!” The veins in his neck are turning a deep purple, and he’s beginning to resemble a monster.
“I said I’m sorry, Hardin.” I speak as softly and slowly as I can manage. “What more can I say? I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
He tugs at his hair. “Sorry doesn’t erase the image from my mind. It’s all I can see.”
I walk toward him and stand directly in front of him. He reeks of whiskey. “Then look at me, look at me.” I put my hands on his face, directing his gaze.
“You kissed him, you kissed someone else.” His voice is much lower than it was seconds ago.
“I know I did, and I’m so sorry, Hardin. I wasn’t thinking. You know how irrational I can be.”