It Starts with Us by Colleen Hoover

talk to her?”
I shake my head. “It’s probably best if I don’t. It’ll probably just make her
angrier.”
Josh sighs, and then gets out of the car. We stare at each other for a few
seconds before he finally closes the car door.
I feel like such a dick bringing him back here. But I have to do this the
right way. If I don’t return him, she could file charges on me. And knowing
her, she probably would. It’s best if I just leave him for today and then as
soon as the week begins tomorrow, I can make phone calls and figure out
what I can do to move him in with me.
I know if he stays here with her, he isn’t going to have a chance in hell. I
lucked out finding Lily. She saved my life. But I’m not sure there’s enough
luck in the world for both of us to be saved by a random stranger.
I’m all he has.
I remain in my car as Josh makes his way across the parking lot. He walks
up the stairs and knocks on the second door from the end. He looks over his
shoulder at me, so I wave right as the door swings open.
I can see the rage in Sutton’s eyes all the way from my position in the
parking lot. She immediately begins yelling at him. And then she slaps him.
My hand is on the door handle before Josh even has a chance to react to
the slap. Sutton’s hand is now gripping Josh’s arm as she yanks him into the
hotel room. I’m several feet away from my car when I see him trip over the
threshold and disappear into the room.
I’m taking the stairs two at a time, my heart racing. I reach the door before
she even closes it. Josh is still trying to scramble to his feet, but she’s
hovering over him, scolding him.
“I could have gone to jail, you little shit!”
She has no idea I’m behind her. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull
her away from Josh by picking her up and dropping her onto the mattress
behind me. It happens so fast, she’s too shocked to react.
I help Josh to his feet. His phone is a few feet away on the floor, so I grab
it and hand it to him, then urge him toward the door.
Sutton realizes what’s happening, and she jumps off the bed. She’s
following us out the door. “Bring him back!” I feel her hands on me now.
She’s yanking at my shirt, trying to get me to stop or move aside so she can
get to Josh.