“Where the hell have you been?” That’s how Jeremy greeted me when I sauntered in the front door at 8am.
“Out.” I kept my reply quick and tried to go to my room but he stepped in front of me.
“Out where? Justin was worried all night about you.”
“No one told him to worry.”
Jeremy’s jaw tightened. “And no one told you that you can turn your phone off and stay out all night.” I could feel him getting more impatient by the second, ready to snap on me but holding it in. Good. That’s exactly where I wanted him. They were ruining my life, so he deserved it.
“Well, too bad.” I tried to walk past him to my room and this time Jeremy grabbed my upper arm, spinning me back towards him.
“We’re not finished here, Joeie.” I struggled to break from his grip and he squeezed tighter. “Enough!” His tone made my tummy drop so I stopped squirming (for now). “You didn’t even bother trying to sneak in, just came in here head held high like you’re proud of yourself. For what? Keeping your brother up all night? Having me scouring the city for you, praying I wouldn’t find you dead or in the hospital?”
“I was fine,” I insisted, glaring at him.
“We would’ve known that if you had bothered to call or text, but instead you went dark.”
“Whatever, Jer. Can you finish this lecture later? I’m tired and ready for bed.”
His body tensed and I half-expected him to drag me over his knee right then. But he resisted. “You think you’re going to come home and sleep all day?”
“Uh yeah, that’s what you do when you work all night.”
Jeremy laughed. It was evil enough that it sent chills down my spine. “Today we’re doing chores. Get changed and back downstairs in 5 minutes.”
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