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“But then again, you were still sweet when you joined the Kings. I remember because Kay would make fun of you for it.That one is going to run back to her mom the first beating she gets.” He chuckles to himself. “You didn’t, though.”
I drop the notepad and grab the edge of the van.
“Elliot, shut up,” I grit out. “I’m serious.”
“Was it when you started sleeping around?”
I don’t even remember why I wanted to be like the other Kings girls. What kind of validation did I even get from sleeping with random guys? I wanted to do what the pretty girls did.
My eyes close, my teeth grinding. “I need you to hear me when I tell you toshut. Up.”
I grab the adjustable wrench with my left hand. Pretending to work on something, I tighten it around a bolt.
I hear him shift behind me, but soon the buzzing in my ears takes over. “You were fine at my nineteenth birthday. You came even though Ethan was there, and you were still desperately in love. You came for me.”
My chest freezes. An immovable block of ice. I can’t fucking breathe.
“That was in March,” he calculates. “By April, you’d become an insufferable little brat who screamed and attacked anyone she disagreed with. Fuck, Kay came back on her words. Even she wished you’d stayednice. I’m not sure which version I prefer.”
“Shut up!” In the blink of an eye, I turn around, attempting to throw the wrench at him.
I don’t get to complete my movement. He’s right behind me. I didn’t hear him move over the anger beating like a drum in my ears. He grasps my wrist before I can hurt him, the tool falling to the floor.
“See what I mean?” He smiles smugly, so satisfied that he made me angry.
“I told you to shut up!” I scream, not controlling the fury. It’s exactly that;uncontrollable. If I could do anything about it, I wouldn’t let rage guide my life.
But I wasn’t given a choice in who I would become. Someone took that from me. Theymade methat way.
His head tilts to the side, like a curious golden retriever. “What’s that on your palm? Did you hurt yourself?” He’s staring at the dead smiley face band-aids Ethan put on me yesterday.
“Mind your own fucking business,” I hiss in his face.
“Your anger will be the end of you, Jade,” he purrs calmly. He easily turns me around, grabbing both my wrists in one hand and keeping my back to his chest. “Was it at my birthday? What happened?”
“Fuck you! Fuck you, Elliot. Fuck you!” I shriek as I thrash around violently.
The past hits me in the face. A slap that makes me gasp. I swallow a sob and scream instead. “I’ll kill you. I swear to God, I’ll kill you if you don’t let me go.”
“Come on, my furious love, let it all out.”
I explode into a crazy laugh. That’s impossible. I tried everything. I killed and I hurt. I beat people up. I took it out on the world. There is always more. If anything, rage feeds rage. Anger feeds animosity. It’s a vicious cycle I will never escape.
So I scream to be heard. I scream to be saved.
I scream and no one ever listens.
With his free hand, Elliot closes the hood of the van. He bends me over, my cheek hitting the metal. “Talk to me, Jade.”
“No!”
“Talk. To. Me,” he groans, pressing his hips against my ass.
“I tried,” I yell, my voice raw. I push back against him. “I tried and none of you wanted tofucking. Listen.”
My body is exhausted. There’s no point fighting against someone twice my size.
“I will never talk to you,” I murmur, struggling to gulp down my tears. “I will never talk about it again.”
