Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

It gets hard when I do that. That means you like it.
No, it didn’t.
I dropped the mask in the passenger’s seat and started the
car, seeing Trevor shoot off, racing toward his side of the car.
“What the hell are you doing?”
But I didn’t wait. With Will still passed out in the back, I
hit the gas and sped off in reverse, ignoring Trevor’s curses
and shouts as he chased my headlights.
You can fucking walk home.
I drove to the end of the gravel road, not stopping as I
launched back onto the highway without a single pause for any
oncoming traffic, and shifted into gear, speeding back down
the dark, quiet road.
I gripped the steering wheel, gripping the hair on my head
as I rested my elbow on the window.
“What the fuck?” I muttered.
What did I just do?
Was I actually going to hurt her?
But I did hurt her.
She came out tonight, saved my fucking ass in town
earlier, and I… I fucking attacked her. She stood up for me,
and all I saw was trash and a threat.
All that spirit, and I beat it down. I treated her like
garbage, and instead of feeling powerful, I only saw a little
boy on the ground, crying and heartsick, because he couldn’t
stop what was happening to him.
Rika would hate me. She’d never look at me again.
I pulled into Will’s house and parked right in front,
unloading him from the car, and heaving him over my
shoulder. Climbing the steps up to his house, I dug his keys
out of his back pocket, unlocked his huge iron door, and
stepped inside, quickly punching in the security code we all
had memorized years ago.