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“My ears are ringing,” I finally say. My voice is barely audible.
Rose nods, her brows furrowed, anger and frustration twisting her beautiful features. She’s so beautiful. “That would be the gun. It’ll pass, Sunshine.”
She’s not worried about what I said.
She knows what happens when a gun is fired.
She’s fired a gun before.
She said she was good with a gun.
Her hands keep running over my body and I wince when they skim my ribs. She freezes and looks into my eyes.
“What did they do?”
“Nothin—”
She fiddles with the top button of the cream blouse I’m wearing.
“Rose, stop,” I complain weakly.
“Did they hit you?” Her voice is so low and raspy, the possession in it burning her vocal cords. I usually love it, but I need her to give me space right now. I need to be able to process what happened.
She already dabbed the superficial cut on my neck with cotton and antiseptic, but my blouse was ruined anyway.
I push her hand away from the buttons, although she’s already midway through undoing them.
“Stop,” I whine again. I never thought I’d think this in my life, but I need her off me.
But it’s Rose we’re talking about. She doesn’t hear me. In a fit of rage and a desperate need to take back control, she rips the blouse open, buttons popping off.
“Rose!” I fume. “Stop this!”
I push both her shoulders before I say my next words. “They told me, you know! They told me how they got you into that house.” I try to get off the counter, but she grabs my waist and pushes me back.
“Don’t,” she growls.
“I know you followed that guy. You thought you were gonna have sex with him,” I rage.
I struggle to get away from her, but she doesn’t allow me. I always wonder how a skinny girl like her can have such strength. “I ask you to wait for a little bit, and you run to get fucked by your professor.Fuck you!”
I’m not sure what I expected from her. She’s so like before she disappeared. I should have known that hadn’t changed either.
“How do you expect me to take us seriously? You have afucking fiancé, Rachel! I’ve been begging to see you for two weeks and you won’t let me.”
Because I was waiting for the bruises to fade!I want to scream at her. I can’t, she would kill Conor.
I try to push her away again, but she grabs my wrist with one hand and pushes the blouse open with the other.
I know it’s too late when she freezes in shock. I stop fighting, there’s no point now. Her mouth hangs open as she takes in the state of my waist, my abdomen, and my ribs.
Her eyes narrow, and a thunder of anger builds up at the back of her throat. I can hear it in the way her voice resonates.
“Sam is a dead man walking,” she hisses. “He’s dead. He’sfuckingdead.”
I don’t understand why she mentions him and not Lik. He was there, he held the gun, he heldme. It doesn’t matter anyway. My silence made her assume it was them, and I don’t dare to tell the truth.
She shouts something else in anger, but I’ve stopped listening.
