Chapter 11 is up! Trenton Rhodes, what a character.
He sighed, eyeing her cut and revving the engine. "What happened to your arm?"
They were soon on their way out of the police station and heading to the freeway that led to the Rhodes residence. Ella recognized the path but didn't comment on it. Instead, she opened her mouth to reply.
"I hate you."
"I know. But what happened to your arm?"
Her eyes brimmed red. "You don't want to know." Her gaze fixated on the hula-dancing Snoopy on the dashboard. "Do you have chapstick?"
"Glove drawer. Now, what is it?" Her adamancy to keep quiet only made him more suspicious. "Did something happen at the station?"
She nodded, tight-lipped. "Yes."
"Well, what is it?" Trent's line of patience was thinning. "I can't do anything if you don't tell me."
"I got beaten up," she whispered, embarrassed. Her voice trembled. "For not eating."
The car swerved, and another vehicle honked angrily from behind. Trent rapidly held up a hand in apology.
"It's not what you think," Ella replied quickly, "it's not because of the eating thing."
"Then, why the hell did you not eat?" Trent was furious. If she gave him five minutes, he would rip apart those guards. But he knew better than to snap right now. "Woody, why in the world would you choose to get beaten up over eating a god damn—"
"They gave me pineapples."
"They—what?" Trent's voice shook. "Why—"
"Said that you told them to give it to me."
Something inside him twisted, and his eyes quickly evaded the road to look at her. Her broken expression only confirmed his thoughts: she thought he was a monster.
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