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And fucking wrong.
She releases me just as fast. The lack of contact is like being thirsty and given water so it can be taken away at the last second. Her attention falls on Ronan and she helps him up.
The beast inside me roars back to life as he grins down on her with an expression so pure, it stabs me a hundred times all at once.
I lunge at him again, and he smiles defiantly, not even attempting to cover his face. Kimberly moves in front of him, making me stop in my tracks.
Her stance widens and she tips her chin as she glares up at me. “I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you, but stop being a morbid dog or I’ll call the principal.”
Morbid dog.
That’s the word. A dog. I’ve been reduced to less than a dog because of her. At least a dog has principles, loyalty. I don’t.
The worst part is, I have no way to stop it.
As I glare at Ronan, I pretend she doesn’t exist and tell her, “This is none of your business. Get out of the way.”
“Well, I’m making it my business. You don’t get to hurt Ro on my watch.”
Ro.
Fucking Ro.
If she’s calling him that on purpose to worsen my insanity case, then it’s fucking working.
Someone book the psychiatrist ward. And the ambulance because if I’m going to be locked up for being crazy, might as well kill this fucker.
“Yes, Kimmy. Protect me from this crazy twat.” Ronan pouts as he holds her hand in his and strokes the back. Since he’s behind her, I can see all the fakery in that expression, the taunting behind his eyes, and then he just smirks at me.
He fucking smirks, motioning at her hand in his.
That’s it. He’s dead. In his sleep, in his car, in his pool. Doesn’t matter, it’s going to happen.
I laugh, the sound humourless and harsh as I address her, “You think you can stop me? Know your fucking place.”
“You know your place. You can’t just push people around and punch them simply because you want to or you can. The world doesn’t revolve around you.”
Because it revolves around you.
Nope. No. I didn’t think that.
That thought needs to be fucking eradicated.
At this rate, either she needs to disappear or I do. Otherwise, it’ll be fucking chaos from now on.
“Watch. Me.” I advance forward, but she doesn’t move or shrink back. There’s a slight tremble in her chin, which means she is scared, but she doesn’t let it take its toll on her.
Kimberly still stands in front of the fucker Ronan, unmoving, as if his safety is her purpose in life.
His safety.
His.
I come to a halt a few steps away from them, watching the scene with whatever clarity I have after all the alcohol and weed I consumed like a hippie. My head hurts, and my face burns, but the worst pain comes from the thing beating out of synch in my chest.
They were laughing and having fun earlier. She’s protecting him now.
And he stopped sleeping around.
