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We stayed under the blanket finishing our flasks. My head spun. I was no longer cold. Brad's face swirled in and out of focus. The room was spinning. I grabbed onto Brad. He moaned in my ear. Huh?
Hands were all over me. I pushed. Brad was on me. I fought him. He didn’t stop. I begged. He continued. He grabbed my face. His tongue slid down my throat, silencing me.
Darkness faded in and out. “Ava,” he whispered.
“Ava.”
I blinked.
The sun shone through the window.
“Ava.” Brad touched my face.
I flinched.
“Ava.” He turned my face toward his. “I love you.”
“How can you say that?” Tears leaked from my face.
“I wasn’t sure until last night. Then we made love.” He kissed my nose. “I was surprised you wanted to.
What? My mouth dropped. That wasn’t what I remembered. His hand held me down. The smell of moonshine. I looked over at the flasks. They were empty. Maybe he was right. Maybe we got drunk and made love.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, in this corner, we have Bambo the Rambo.” Tree waved her hand toward a short, stocky man with bulging muscles. He growled.
“And in this corner, we have Feisty Felix.” It wasn’t the most creative name, but it worked.
The crowd cheered. Tasha slapped her friend and pointed to Felix. She jumped up and down while clapping. She really was fantastic.
“Supporting your boyfriend?” a voice whispered in my ear.
I froze.
The hair on the back of my neck prickled up. Bile rose. I held my breath.
“I don’t get a kiss?” he asked.
I turned to him. He looked the same. I’m not sure what I thought he would look like. Maybe sad. I guess I hoped everything he did to me would eat away at him. That he would look affected by it. Although I knew better.
“Brad.” I tried to keep my voice steady.
“Not even a hug?” He grabbed my arm. His fingers dug in.
Just like that, I was back to the scared woman. Tears stung my eyes. He had control again. “Brad.”
“I love my name on your tongue. Want me to make you scream it again?” He squeezed tighter.
“I’m…I’m…getting married,” I whispered.
“I heard that. It doesn’t matter. They will never want you.” His nails pushed into my arm.
“Please, Brad.” I tried to pull my arm away.
“Look at you begging. You’re pathetic. Do those losers who bought you know what you are?” The whisky on his breath crept up my nose.
“You’re drunk, Brad. You’re hurting me.” I pleaded. He had broken through the skin. Blood dripped.
The room was filled with people, but no one paid attention. They were all cheering for the fight. I yanked my arm again, and he squeezed tighter. Fuck. I had to do something.
