“I begged him,” I blurted out, and Rocket muted the TV, turning to stare at me blearily. Maybe he’d had more beers. Or maybe I had, who knows?
“Begged who?”
I sighed, unable to stop words escaping me, because even though my wine tolerance is high, apparently my beer tolerance isn’t. Hell, maybe neither is.
“Ted. I… I begged him… to choose me…” I swallowed the lump in my throat, as humiliation burned my cheeks and tears stung my eyes.
“V…”
“He… he wanted her, not me, and… and I was pathetic. I cried. I begged. I was so fucking weak,” I spat, tears rolling down my cheeks as I took a deep breath, the sorrow impossible to hold back now, maybe because tonight had been so intense and painful.
“Babe…”
“I would have… would have changed, if that’s… if that’s what he wanted…” my voice cracked and I took a deep breath, “but even that wasn’t enough… not… not what… he told me… said getting it up was… impossible with me anymo… anymore… didn’t… not… not attractive…” My gibberish fadedinto wrenching sobs of anguish, and Rocket cursed, dragging me into his arms, and practically wrapping himself around me.
Chapter Fourteen
I’ve never wanted tobreak a fucker’s face so much, and I’ve never met the cunt, but the second that changes, he’s losing any features he has in that ugly ass face of his. Not even his fucking mother will recognise him when I’m done.
“Babe,” I murmured, rubbing V’s back as I dragged her down with me, and lay on my bed holding her. If you’d told me I’d have her in my bed, I’d have laughed it off, but this was never what I’d have chosen. How the fuck could that asshole have told her she was unattractive, or chosen someone else? How the fuck didn’t he see how amazing she is?
“He didn’t deserve you, V. He was a dumb fuck.”
She was shaking her head, crying too much to speak, but was she trying to stick up for the cunt? Fuck me. All that strength and bravado was hiding this. This fucking damage. This destruction that one asshole caused, by thinking he was better than her. By trying to diminish her, so he could feel better about his cunty actions. I’d find him and break every bone in his body so nobody would ever want him again.
“V, listen for once, instead of running that mouth of yours,” I earned a snort from her, despite the tears, so I continued, “Him being a cheating fucker doesn’t mean you did something wrong. It doesn’t mean you’re not amazing, and strong, and beautiful. It means he’s a fucking asshole, who didn’t understand what he had, and threw everything away for the fucking Wish version of you.”
She snorted again, a giggle escaping, before another sob followed. Fuck me. How do you even begin to fix what another person broke, when you don’t even have the right to try?
“Wanna go punch a prospect?”
She gasped, her head shooting up to finally look at me, as she dragged a palm over her teary cheeks.
“What… the fuck!”
“There she is. I missed you. There was some weepy bitch in your place, and you were nowhere to be seen.” Fuck me, I’m cruising for a bruising here, but let this be what she needs to hear.
“How…” she started to laugh, and slapped my chest as she lay back down with me.
“See? This is the woman I was getting to know. Beating on me, tearing me new asses, all that shit.”
“Ew, don’t say asses and shit in the same sentence, Rocket.”
“See what I mean? It’s all don’t do this, don’t do that. Don’t saymoist…” I trailed off as she gagged and shuddered, but her tears were fading, and that’s all I wanted. It was useful knowing these key words to trigger reactions from her that weren’t sadness or pain. If I had to fucking misuse them, I had no problem with that.
“So, can we watch TV like two normal people who don’t want to scare a puppy with all that snotting or whatever?”
V laughed again, dragging Nixie up against her neck, giggling again as her little tongue swiped over her teary cheek.
“And that’s just fucking favouritism, that is. If I’d licked your tears away, you’d have got all pissy with me,” I murmured as I unmuted the Friends episode currently playing, just in time for a mass of laughter after a typical Chandler joke.
We woke up wrappedaround each other the next morning, with Nixie laying over my neck, chewing on V’s hair.
Fuck, if she found me touching her like this, she’d kick my ass, never mind her hair being chewed to bits by my fucking pup.
“Shhh, let’s just move, little one, don’t wake her.”
“Already awake, dipshit. How much did we drink last night? I feel like crap.”
