Jesse snorted. “You /can’t/, aren’t you even listening? She took away your free will. Trust me, you don’t love that. There’s nothing there to love; she just wants a fuck.”
Summer just turned her face into Isaac’s abdomen, desperately wishing it would all just stop. “Why do you hate me so much?” she whispered, knowing he wouldn’t hear her.
“We’ve not done that yet and I still love her — so what does that tell you?” He smirked knowingly and cuddled Summer to his stomach, running his fingers through her hair and hoping that the gesture comforted her, even a little bit. “Now go — or I really will be forced to do something that I regret. Or not, but I really don’t want to be arrested for murder again.”
That took Jesse aback. “Fine,” he bluffed, trying to keep his angry face even though it was clear fear was replacing it. “Be her slave. Just remember I tried to help you. I tried to warn you.” He backed away, hands held up as if that would make them believe he hadn’t meant any harm.
Summer curled herself tightly around Isaac, shuddering. She wanted to believe it was over, but even though Jesse was leaving, she knew the worst was probably yet to come. Even if Isaac didn’t want to know /anything/ at all about the other boy’s allegations, she would still have to deal with the aftermath of the rage that had filled the air.