I grabbed her arm, and she pulled back immediately. I gripped harder and practically dragged her out of the house, slamming the door behind us with a loud thud. Once we were outside, Ivy wrenched herself free and stumbled back from me.
"What the fuck, Evan!"
"What the fuck?" I repeated, stepping toward her. "No, you what the fuck, Ivy? Why did you take drugs?"
"Because I wanted to have fun!"
"No, that is not the reason, Ivy," I snapped. "Come on. Tell me the truth."
"It is a fucking party! What else was I supposed to do?"
"Ivy!"
She looked at me with that same angry, defensive face, but I did not stop this time.
"You do this every time something gets too heavy," I said. "You drink, you numb yourself, you grab whatever stupid thing is in front of you and pretend it fixes everything. That is not fun. That is you running."
"Shut up."
