“He owns my body.”
“Damn girl, he must’ve fucked the shit out of you.”
“He did, but it’s more than that. When I was with him, it was like no time had passed between us at all. It’s strange how something so wrong could feel so right. I promised myself I wouldn’t let him get the best of me, that I would distance my emotions. I knew it was a lie. By the time this is over, I won’t be the same. With him, I’m different.”
“Don’t give him that kind of power over you.”
“He already has it. God, I’m so fucking pathetic.”
“You’re not.”
“You remember how he was in high school. Multiply that by one million. He’s so intense and terrifying. And his mood changes are unpredictable, but it doesn’t lessen my desire for him.”
My pussy weeps for him. Trained like a bitch in heat. No foreplay needed—his dick slides right in with no resistance.
“I’m afraid for you.”
“Not as much as I am for myself.”
“I led you straight to him by convincing you to move here.”
“Stop it. I’m not going to let you blame yourself. The day I met him, a fuse was lit. Eight fucking years later, the fire is still blazing.”
“Just end it. We can find some other way to help your mom.”
“Even if I wanted to, he wouldn’t let me.”
“Shit.”
“Look, don’t worry about me. I’ll be okay. I would follow him into hell if it meant a better life for my family. Let’s change the subject. How are things going between you and Christian?”
“Great!” she answers too quickly.
“What happened?”
“I need to enroll in acting classes.”
“And it still wouldn’t help. I’m waiting.”
“We’ve been fighting…” she trails off.
“Because of me?”
“No. Yes.” She sighs. “He wants to understand your reasoning behind breaking up with Adrian, but obviously I can’t tell him. We haven’t spoken today.”
“I’m so sorry. I’m always fucking up other people’s lives.” I walk to the kitchen and put my bowl and spoon in the sink.
Socializing with me should be considered a health hazard.
“He’ll cool down in a few days.”
“Maybe I should call Adrian and be up front with him.”
“Definitely not. This is the type of secret you take to your grave. Tell no one.”
“Christian probably thinks I’m a bitch now,” I groan, leaning against the counter.
“He’ll get over it, so will Adrian.”
