His hands are as rough as a bolder as he pushes me up against the hard and dirty brick wall. Pain shoots through my back, making my eyelids shut tightly and my whole face distorts.
“You fucked up big time, Veronica.” He says through gritted teeth.
The moonlight outlines the shape of his tensed jawline and the shadows of his beautifully sculptured eyes. His fringe has been perfectly swept to his right side, but it’s matted with sweat and blood. His right hand curls into a tight fist.
“You’re the one that’s fucked up.” I spit into his face. Sweat beads form on his temple. He presses his lips harshly against mine, pushing me into the wall even harder. I place my hands on his muscled shoulders; using every inch of strength I had left in me to push him away. It doesn’t work; I was too weak in the bone.
His lips leave mine; the taste was vile, it’s still lingering in my mouth. A small curve forms in the corner of his mouth, he must have noticed my disgusted expression. He bites his lower lip, holding back a laugh. He raises his right hand, palm flat, and in a quick motion he slaps me hard. A loud gasp escapes from my parted lips. A stinging sensation has been left where his hand made contact with my face.
I felt as if I could faint at any second.
“You bitch.” Something passes through his eyes as he starts to walk away.
My legs give in and I collapse to the ground. My head smashes against the brick wall, sending an excruciating pain around my entirety. My body aches and my vision blurs, my eyelids droop and then I see nothing but darkness.
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