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“Where’s your violin, Saige?”
    Her eyes widen, singed with pain, “Are you kidding me?  Get out, Jensen!”  She grabs a pillow and throws it at me, “Get.Out.Now!”
    “I’m not leaving you here alone.”
    Balling her fists, she comes at me with all her strength.  Her small hands pack a bigger punch than I would’ve thought as she pummels my chest, screaming at me to leave. 
    “I’m not leaving you,” I tell her firmly, gently grabbing her wrists as I grit my teeth from the bruising blows.
    “Why not?  You seem to be good at it,” she screams, trying to wrench her wrists from my grasp.
    Not wanting to hurt her, I ease my grip, “Saige, listen to me, please.”  I go to place my hand against her cheek but she lashes out with her fists curled tight again.  I catch her wrists, holding them tighter this time so she can’t hit me, and she comes undone.  The flash of fear in her eyes kills me and I immediately let her go.  “What just happened, Saige?” I ask, confused.
    “I can’t tell what you’re feeling.  You know that,” she rasps breathlessly.
    “Since when have you needed to, to know I won’t hurt you?” Softening my tone, I take a tentative step closer, “I’ve never hurt you.  I never will.”  The pain of her not trusting me hurts like hell.
    “I said get out!”
    I can tell that there’s nothing I can do to calm her at the moment and without her calm, there’s no way I can get her to come with me, short of throwing her over my shoulder, and that would kill any chance I have with her, especially with her newfound mistrust.  “I’m going to give you a little time to cool off, but I’m not leaving without you.”
    A book thrown at my head is her response.  My chest aches at the pain in her eyes, but I do as I said and slip out the door, giving her some space.  Sliding down the wall, I sink next to her door, praying that once she hears the full reason of why I had her leave, she’ll forgive me.
     

Chapter Three
     
    Saige
     
    The momentum of the whirling in my head is nauseating.  Pieces of my life feel like the bouncing ball on a roulette wheel.  Some things are starting to make sense while other things that I thought I knew don’t make any sense now.  He asked about my violin… how could he ask about that after what he did? Pacing around the small dorm room is only infuriating me further, but there’s no way I can see Jensen right now without melting into a blubbering mess.  I didn’t mean to panic on him.  I know he would never hurt me, but he’s the one who sent me to where someone else did.  My hand slides to my ribs, rubbing across the cotton covering the scars on my side.
    The knob turns, and I freeze, not sure which part of me to side with: the side that wants to forget everything that has happened over the last few years and sink into the warmth of his strong arms like I’ve done countless times, or the side of me that wants to tell him to shut-up and never hear anything else that threatens the semblance of my life I thought I had, the only part of my life that was happy. 
    I see Bailey’s red hair and can’t help but smile at her expression when she shuts the door. “Why is there a blonde god sitting outside our door on his fine ass looking all dejected, Saige?” Bailey asks, throwing her thumb over her shoulder as she eyes me suspiciously. 
    “It’s nothing,” I mumble.
    Her perfectly trimmed brows raise, “Nothing?  No way, I’m not letting you off that easily!  You’ve been a recluse since we’ve been roommates, no friends, no family, and now, a beautiful man is outside our door looking like a scolded puppy.  You are so going to spill everything about him.”
    One look into Bailey’s expectant eyes and I know she’s not going to let me off on some half-ass explanation.  “He’s a childhood friend.”  Years of memories assault me, and I wince at the ache in my heart.  “My best friend.  We had a falling out a few years ago