He carries her shopping. He smiles at her. He brushes her hair away from her face. She looks down timidly, awkwardly. The rage bubbles up like a wave, knocking me senseless.
I speed up and stop right in from of her door as he opens it and holds it for her. I get off my bike, throw down my helmet and grab his shoulders.
“You’re a fucking bastard!” I scream in his face, before throwing the first punch at his nose, which should put an end to his modelling career – and hopefully to his life.
Nick doesn’t fall down, he holds himself up against the door, touching the point where I hit him. Then he looks at me furiously.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” he yells, straightening up.
I jump at the collar of his jacket, lifting him up off the ground with a strength I didn’t know I had - but before I can throw him against a wall, someone grabs my arm.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Riley asks, panting.
“I’m going to kill him, that’s what.”
“Let him go!”
Of course she’s defending him.
“I can’t.”
She looks at me, afraid.
“I can’t let anyone take you away from me.”
