he screamed at me. i didn't mean to upset him. had i known that he would get mad at me for liking another guy's post on instagram, i wouldn't have done it. i honestly didn't see the big deal with what i did; but he didn't like it so i must've been wrong. we'd been dating for eight months and at this point im just so used to him being sensitive about little things like this.
it was so strange. he was yelling at me, but i didn't care. well, not that i didn't care; of course i felt bad for upsetting Joey, but not as bad as i probably should've felt. all i could think as he was yelling at me was, "i really wanna make out with you right now." is that weird? i dunno. maybe. he's just so hot when he's mad.
in the middle of my daydreaming, while he was still yelling at me, i felt it.
*smack*
oh. my. gosh. he just slapped me across the face. it hurt so bad. it felt red hot. and i could taste it. no, that was blood. i could taste blood. my blood. i had bit my tongue and my mouth was filling with the thick, red liquid.
"are you even listening to me??" i heard him ask. i looked up at him. i slowly opened my mouth to speak and blood dripped down my lip. "oh my gosh... im so sorry" he said, panicked.
we stood in silence for about 20 seconds looking down at the blood dripping on the tile floor.
"do it again" i said, sternly.
"what the fuck?" he said, looking confused and almost disturbed.
i felt pain. so much pain. my face hurt so bad. or maybe, it hurt so good.
i stepped closer to him. i suddenly felt an extreme rush of hotness flooding my body. i felt so horny. "it's just a little blood," i slowly licked his cheek, painting blood on it. "c'mon babe" i whispered as i moved closer to his ear. "beat me."
