Irreversible Damage (Irreparable 2)

“Who is it?”

She swallows before answering. “It’s Davey.”

I feel the rage bubbling up inside me, ready to erupt. My fingers twitch as I try to contain it. I know Tori doesn’t think it’s his fault, but I blame him. “Open it.”

“Brady.” Liv’s palm flattens against my chest. “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

I remove her hand. “I said, open it.”

She reluctantly agrees and opens the door. The cuts and bruises on his face are nothing compared to what I want to do to him. His eyes are wide as he looks at me.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Davey?”

“I called him.”

I turn to see Tori coming down the stairs. I’m confused. Why would she do that?

“I want to talk to him.” She goes to the door, opening it wider and waving her hand at him to enter. He bows his head and steps past us.

“I’m going to head out for a walk,” Liv says as she steps outside. She gives me a wary look. Tori closes the door behind her.

“Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.”

Davey looks terrified standing between Tori and me. He should. He’s correct. This was a really bad idea. I will never be able to keep from pounding the shit out of him for what he did.

Tori must feel the anger pouring off me, because she steps between us. Her baby blues look at me pleadingly. “Brady. I need to talk to him. Can you give us a minute?”

“There’s no way in hell I’m leaving you alone with him.” My eyes burrow into him, sending every ounce of fury his way. He keeps his head down. He’d better keep it down if he wants to live.

“Brady, this is not his fault.”

My head snaps back toward Tori. I see by her expression that she means it. Why is she defending him?

“You won’t hurt him.”

I rein in my emotions, knowing it will upset her if I don’t. “Fine. I won’t, but I’m not leaving.”

Tori motions to the chair for Davey to have a seat. He does. Tori and I sit on the couch opposite him. His hands are folded in his lap as his foot taps nervously.

“Davey, I invited you here to apologize.”

What? Why the fuck is she apologizing to him? He looks just as surprised as I do.

“You don’t need to do that.” He looks between us. “I owe both of you an apology. I never should have come here that night.”

“You’re damn right!”

Tori squeezes my hand, shooting me an enraged look.

I ignore it. “Why did you, then?”

“I knew how Tori felt about me.” His eyes move from Tori to me. “I also knew I let you down. I felt bad. I thought I could explain what happened to Tori and she might understand me a little better. I never meant for anything bad to happen.”

I ball my fists. “But it did.”

“I know! And I hate myself for that!”

“Not as much as I hate you.” I stand and reach for him, grabbing a handful of his shirt.