A knot of panic formed in Naomi's stomach, and she instinctively moved to follow him. "Lennon—"
"Naomi!"
"Your elders are still here, and you're just going to walk out?"
Mr. Gonzalez's voice held an authority that was impossible to defy. "Is this what your mother and I taught you?"
Naomi froze, watching helplessly as Lennon walked away, her eyes filled with pain.
She knew she had made a mistake. She shouldn't have selfishly called him here.
Being treated like that by her family was a humiliation for him.
Suddenly, Naomi felt a surge of hatred for this world of theirs.
They valued reputation above all else, yet they were the ones who committed the most disgusting acts.
Take Zebulon and his friends, for example. They never went out without calling for girls.
They used their status to treat women like toys.
Zebulon had even strung her along while declaring that Tiffany was his true love, only to chase after her again when she had finally given up hope.
And it had all led to this.
Naomi's mind was a chaotic storm. Something inside her had reached its breaking point. She felt like a balloon, stretched taut, waiting for a single pinprick to make her explode.
"Dad, you stand there and lecture me, but what about you?"
"What did Lennon do wrong?"
"He just came to help me after the accident. What was so wrong about that?"
Mr. Gonzalez's face tightened, his pride wounded.
"What are you talking about?"
"He came to help, but didn't your mother and I? Zebulon is lying in that bed because he was protecting you. Do you only think of yourself?"
She held up her hand, revealing the faint pink scar that hadn't completely faded. "And where were you when he let his girlfriend nearly cut my wrist?"
"Yes, I used to love him. But I'm a person! I feel pain! It hurt too much, so I don't want to love him anymore!"
As the usually gentle Naomi, eyes red with tears, finally unleashed all her grievances, the four adults stood frozen in shock.
They had known nothing about any of this, completely unaware of the deep rifts that had formed between the younger generation.
With Zebulon still unconscious, they couldn't get his side of the story. They could only turn to Carter.
Carter and the others shifted their gazes, unable to meet the adults' eyes.
And in that moment, everyone understood.
Mrs. Gonzalez rushed over to examine Naomi's wrist. Seeing the long, thin scar, tears immediately began to stream down her face.
"What in the world happened?"

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