This vile woman defiled me. Abused me. Assaulted me. And she wants to…
“Talk?” I snarl. “The only thing I have to say to you is: Fuck. Off.”
She holds her hands up in a terrible imitation of surrender. “Down boy. Let’s have a civilized conversation like mature adults.”
She can’t be serious.
“No.”
Crossing her arms, she releases and exasperated sigh. “Look, we can help each other out here.”
This bitch is outside of her goddamned mind.
Towering over her, I growl, “Why the fuck would I help you?”
A demonic smirk curls her lips. “Because you don’t want that video out in the world either. Grant and Marcus are fucked regardless. But us? We can avoid all of the publicity and court bullshit if you just tell them you wanted it.”
My. Blood. Is. Boiling.
“Wanted it?” I seethe. Each breath comes in faster. There’s lava in my chest and it’s on the verge of bursting out. “Is that what you tell yourself to live with the shit you did? Have you convinced yourself that it was consensual? That the worst day of my life was no big deal? Are you that fucking demented?” I huff a sardonic laugh. “Who am I kidding? Of course you are. You’re a fucking predator and you’re finally getting what you deserve.”
Her mask disintegrates under the increased drizzle to reveal the hideous evil beneath. She hisses, “I’ll destroy you.”
I’m hanging on a precarious ledge above a tempting void of darkness and violence. I shake my head.
“You already tried. I’m still here.”
Done with her threats, I step back—
A hand wraps around my wrist, nails like talons digging into my skin. Instinct takes over. With strength I didn’t possess back then, I wrench out of her hold, gearing up to swing—
Someone cuts between us, halting my fist.
“Get the fuck away from him,” Remy snarls. His stance widens, broad shoulders rolled back, a thick vein pulsing in the side of his strained neck. His presence instantly dials down the riot within.
Jessica scoffs, “I didn’t do anything!”
Remy advances. “Bullshit. I know exactly what you did and I don’t give a fuck if you’re a woman, if I ever see you near my boyfriend again, I’ll disfigure your face so the outside matches the inside.”
Her overfilled lips part, eyes wide.
Remy reaches behind, his knuckles bumping mine. My trembling fingers hook his and hold on for dear life. Lightning cracks. My boyfriend glares down at Jessica, her pristine blowout wilted and frizzy, nose wrinkled and frozen brows trying desperately to lower in a furious scowl.
Her vitriol aims at me over Remy’s shoulder; a silent promise to keep her word before marching in the opposite direction.
Remy deflates, spinning around and cradling my face. Then he’s kissing me hard. Icy rain pelts every inch of exposed skin and rapidly soaks our clothes.
“We have to go back,” he whispers against my lips.
Back home.
I close my eyes, absorbing the strength he gives me.
Time to face the music.
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Remy
