"i can't believe you just did that." my voice cracked.
he pulled his shirt over his head and walked away from me.
"shut the hell up em."
"i cant!" i snapped, watching him turn around slowly.
i never yelled at him. i always praised him. he was a god in my eyes. he is a god in my eyes. but this is the first time ive ever reacted like this with him.
his sharp, expecting glare dug into the cracks of my heart that didnt break from when he told me he didnt love me.
"you fucked her..when you knew i was in the next room."
"its not my fault you got bunked next to me."
"you know i love you...you know i could hear...you fucked another girl." i cried, i couldnt stop.
he clenched his jaw and walked up to me, gripping my jaw and pinning me to the bed.
"would you rather have me fuck you then?"
this wasn't a sexual line to turn me on. this was a warning. this was anger. this was a type of lust that no one would want. there was absolutely no trace of emotion or attraction in it.
i felt the tears run down my face, feeling numb, feeling nothing. i felt empty. i let him do what he wanted to me. that was the thing, i would always let him do what he want. he was my everything. he is my everything.
i let him have his way with me. he whispered rude, taunting things in my ear. this wasnt love. this wasnt lust. this was hate in its finest form.
they say tenderness is a virtue. i think its bullshit.
