"Look at me, whore" he growled and I felt a stinging sensation, realizing that he'd just slapped me. Hard. I could taste blood where the skin split on my lip. "You think you're better then all this? You think I don't know how to handle white trash? There's still MUCH for you to find out about me, you'd better not get to curious." My anger seethed, but I lowered my eyes and I didn't say anything. It's never good to argue when he gets like this.