After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
Wiping her tears from her cheeks, Tessa looks dead at me and says to her, “Yes. I’m ready. I’m ready to leave now.”
I crack open my fourth beer and spin the cap on the glossy wooden surface of our coffee table. When is she going to be here? Is she going to be here?
Maybe I should just text her and tell her that I did have sex with Carly, just to end both of our miseries.
A loud knock on the door breaks me from my plotting.
Here we go. I hope she’s alone. I grab my beer, take another swig, and head for the door. The knocking quickly shifts to pounding, and I swing open the door to find Landon. Before I can react, his hands grip the collar of my T-shirt and he slams me against the wall.
What the fuck? He’s much stronger than I ever expected, and I’m astounded by his aggressive behavior.
“What the hell is wrong with you!” he yells. I didn’t know his voice could even get that loud.
“Get the fuck off of me!” I push back, but he doesn’t move. Fuck, he’s strong.
He lets go of me and for a second I think he’s going to punch me, but he doesn’t. “I know that you slept with another girl and you caused her to wreck her car!” He gets in my face again.
“I suggest you lower your fucking voice,” I snap.
“I’m not afraid of you,” he says through his teeth.
The alcohol makes me indignant, when I should be ashamed. “I already beat your ass before, remember,” I say as I go back to the couch and sit.
Landon follows me. “I wasn’t as angry with you then as I am now.” He lifts his chin higher. “You can’t just go around hurting her all the time!”
I wave him off. “I didn’t even sleep with that girl. I just slept over at her house, so mind your own damn business.”
“Oh, wow! Of course you’re drinking!” He gestures at the empty beer bottles on the table and the one in my hand. “Tessa is all banged up and has a concussion because of you, and here you are getting drunk. You’re such a prick!” he practically screams.
“That wasn’t my fucking fault and I tried to talk to her!”
“Yes, it was your fault! It was your damn text message that she was trying to read when she crashed. A text that she knew right away was a lie, might I add.”
The breath is knocked out of me. “What are you talking about?” I choke.
“She was so anxious to hear from you all day, she grabbed her phone as soon as she saw your name.”
This is my fault. How did I not put it together? I cause these injuries to her. I hurt her.
Landon continues to stare at me. “She’s done with you—you know that, don’t you?”