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“I willnotlower my voice!” she screams.
“You’re pissed, I get it. But so am I, and I’m not shouting at you.”
“What doyouhave to be angry about? That you won’t be my first anymore?”
That stung. I know it’s her anger talking, but it doesn’t hurt any less. “I’m pissed because it’s my fault!” I shout. “I’m the reason this happened to you!”
“You keep saying that. Why? What did you do? What do you know that I don’t?”
“I promised you I’d protect you and I didn’t. You got hurt because some motherfucker thought it was the best way to hurtme. You may have been the one attacked, but I have to live with the fact that it happened on my watch and I couldn’t stop it.”
“Bullshit!”
“You think this is about sex?” I ask. “I could have had you at the snap of my fingers if I wanted to. How many times did you beg me to fuck you, huh? You were practically throwing your pussy at me.”
Her expression changes. That’s when I know I’ve fucked up. She narrows her eyes and her body begins to vibrate. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides and she stomps her foot. Without warning, she launches herself at me with a scream.
“Motherfucker!”
She lets loose, pummeling my chest with her fists. I try to grab her hands without hurting her but she starts to kick, too.
“How dare you! How could you say that?”
I finally manage to subdue her, turning her around and pulling her against me. She squirms, trying to get away.
“Let me go. Don’t touch me, you bastard!”
“Calm down.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, asshole. Would you rather I throw my pussy at you?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, babe.”
“You meant it and you can’t take it back.”
“I’m going to let you go, but you have to promise you won’t start hitting me again.”
“I’m not promising anything, fuck boy. Let me the fuck go.”
Boy, she can really come up with insults when she’s ticked off. I’ve gone from bastard to asshole to fuck boy in the space of a few seconds.
“Raven, stop.” She goes still in my arms. “I’m going to let you go now, okay?”
She doesn’t answer, but I take her silence for consent. I slowly release my hold on her and she pulls away as soon as she’s able to. She’s back to staring at me again like she wants to kill me. She has all this pent-up anger and I think I know a way to help her release it.
“I have an idea,” I tell her. “Will you go somewhere with me?”
“Why would I go anywhere with you?” She crosses her arms on her chest.
“I promise it’ll be good for you.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“Babe…please.”
