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“Cut the shit!” I cut. My words are pointed.
“I have been honest with you…” he says, his voice breaking. “In some ways…”
"No, you haven’t!” I shriek. “If you had been, I would have known that you were a fucking Giordio!”
“I would do anything to take it back,” he pleads. “And if you come up with something, let me know… because I’ll do it. I’ll do anything I can to fix it…”
“Have you ever told the truth about anything?” I ask, my voice shaking. "I never asked you foranything.All I ever expected was for you to be honest with me."
“That’s what I’m doing now…” he breathes. “I’m being honest…”
“Oh!” I exclaim, my anger finally setting in now that I’ve had a moment to process. I jump up from the bed, wrapping my sheet around myself. “Do you want a fuckin’ cookie for telling the truth now?!”
My lips quiver, and I step back instinctively.
“Get out…” I whisper softly.
“What…” He doesn’t seem surprised by my command, but yet, he’s questioning it.
“Get out…” I repeat, my voice is a little more stern.
“Aria, I jus-“
“Get out!” I scream, pointing to the door. “Get the fuck out of here!”
My jaw clenches.
I can feel my cheeks and ears heating up.
“Where do you want me to go?…” he asks. “Back to—“
“To hell!” I snap, cutting him off.
We stare at each other intensely for a moment.
I begin to walk away, my feet slapping angrily at the hard wood floors…as if to emphasize the need for separation.
Before I kill him…
But this is my house.
I don’t get far before realizing that.
I’m shaking with uncontrollable anger.
I can’t think.
I can’t speak.
I’ve never felt a betrayal this deep.
He flashes a desperate look at me before slinking down the hall. He’s fully dressed. His hands are tucked in his pants pocket. Head down. He’s lucky I didn't find a knife to stab him with before he got out of there. He knows too much. He could send someone else to do the job. I know I should kill him, but..
“They’ll be coming for you…” he warns.
“Let them..” I reply with venom in my voice, and my eyes ignited with a fiery blaze of anger.
“No,” he says as he stops. “My mother will be coming for you. I’m going to leave, but know that she’s going to be out for blood…”
