His Girl

18 || Get out

The silence that stole over the room was stifling. My chest was bubbling with anger. We were both upset at each other, at the situation, and probably at Cathie. I could give up everything, but this text was the only thing I had left of her since he made me delete all our texts.

"What did you say to me, Hana?"

I broke down. "I don't want to talk to you anymore."

But my words didn't matter to him. He came closer to stand in front of me. Thankfully, he kept his hands to himself.

"You were there when I received the call in the morning, weren't you?" he screamed. "I told you I had to leave."

I shrugged, not wanting to remember the role I had also played in losing my friend. If I had been strong enough to resist Cathie, we would still be friends now. I knew Gerard wouldn't want anyone touching me, man or woman, and I let her. I knew he had good reasons to be away from me, but I let her words get to me. I was so weak, but if this was the only time I could stand up for myself, even if for the wrong cause, then fine.

"Hana, I told you it was a work emergency, and yet you sent pictures and videos of another woman touching you like a whore," he began, listing out my sins on one hand. "I thought you needed something and you switched to a video call to show me how you were touching yourself. For fuck's sake, Hana. I was right in the middle of a meeting. I shouldn't pick up calls, but I made exceptions for my girl. What if someone had been with my phone?"

"Why would you give someone your phone?" I argued foolishly. "I'm your pet, and I wanted to see my daddy."

"So I should drop everything I was doing for sex?"

"Yes."

His eyes darkened. "There's more to life than just sex, and I don't want to spend all of our time together fucking. It's okay if the only thing you want to do is fuck and go shopping. That's fine, but I want more than that for me."

"Yeah, yeah," I replied. His words cut me raw. I had never been ashamed of my life choices, but today I was. A tear rolled down my cheeks, and I wiped them with the back of my palm. "I'm the aspirationless girl you have to lower yourself to her poor standards to fuck. I'm a good for nothing cumbucket whose only goal in life is to be fucked by a man twice her age. I'm a slut with nothing else to offer."

"Hana. Stop it. That's not what I meant."

Shoving him, I grabbed the new black card he gifted me. It was meant for emergency funds, separate from the account he paid my weekly allowances into. I had accepted it with glee, but if he only saw me as someone who thought nothing of life beyond fucking, then he could go chew his card.

I tossed it at him. "Take your card and get out."

"Hana," he bristled.

"What?" I placed a hand on my hip and motioned the other across the room. "You're going to kick me out 'cos you bought the apartment? Fine. I will leave instead."

As I charged for the closet, he grabbed me from behind. His arms tightened around my waist, and my attempt to get away from him failed. My chest tightened, and I screamed, banging my feet on the floor. I didn't know what I wanted out of my life anymore, but I didn't want Cathie to leave for another place, thinking I gave up on our friendship so easily. I wanted to talk to my best friend.

"Hana baby. You're okay. Everything is fine. Just breathe for Daddy," he whispered against my ear, holding onto me until I calmed down. My knees buckled. I almost slipped to the floor, but he carried me to the bed. His thumbs caught the tears at my cheeks. "What's going on?"

"I want to see her. I want to see her," I cried. He stared at me with an indecipherable expression, and I cried harder. "I won't let her touch me. It won't happen again. I'm sorry."