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“You little—” I scream, lunging forward to tear out her eyeballs, but Quinn launches for me, wrapping an arm around my waist to prevent me from charging at her.
“Polly. Leave,” he spits while I fight him like a wild cat, clawing at him with all my might.
I watch as she quickly exits the room, but not before she blows me a kiss with her middle finger, then slams the door shut.
“Come back here!” I bellow, my feet skidding on the floor as Quinn’s arms restrain me. “Get off me, Quinn!”
“Not until you calm down,” he breathlessly replies, holding my back to his heaving chest.
“I’m calm!” I yell, trying to pry his fingers off me as he lifts me off the ground.
“Oh yeah, I can see that.”
The fact I’m trapped infuriates me more than I already am, so I do something stupid. I throw my head back and connect with Quinn’s nose. Stunned, he loosens his grip, and I scramble out of his hold, running toward the door to kill that little bitch.
However, I take about two steps before I’m tossed onto the bed, bouncing with the momentum.
I try and scramble off, but Quinn is on top of me before I have a chance to move.
“Get. Off.”
My cheek is pressed into the mattress because Quinn is lying on my back. He doesn’t budge an inch.
Attempting to use my arms as leverage, I push off the mattress, hoping to throw him off balance. But the move has Quinn reaching for my arms, and he extends them above my head while securing my wrists in his palm. He then pins my flailing legs with his thighs, and any hope of escape dwindles to none.
My last endeavor to buck him off proves futile as he’s too damn heavy, and I realize I’ve lost this war.
Sagging in defeat, I stop fighting him as my exhausted body surrenders.
“Would you care to explain to me what the fuck is going on?” Quinn breathlessly asks, inches from my ear.
“Nothing,” I stubbornly reply, blowing my tangled hair off my face.
“Nothing? I don’t call two minutes ago nothing, Red. I mean, I was waiting for your head to rotate and you to puke up some wicked green vomit.”
I roll my eyes at his lameTheExorcistreference because I wasn’t that bad—was I?
Thinking back to my tirade, which commenced downstairs, and how I ended up here under Quinn’s warm body, I realize his analogy isn’t too far from the truth. But I’m done talking because whenever I open my mouth, it always ends with a screaming match and me losing my cool.
What’s happening to me?
Closing my eyes, I hold back my tears. If I allow them to fall, they’ll never stop.
I hate this toxic feeling inside me. And as each day passes, it only seems to be getting worse.
I’m lashing out more than ever, and I hate it. I hate this irrational, unstable brat I’ve become, but I don’t know how to stop. Years of mental and emotional abuse have come crashing down around me, and I have a feeling it doesn’t even skim the surface of the shit that lies buried within.
“Please let me go,” I whisper, my eyes still shut tight.
Quinn must be able to sense my mood shift because he slowly releases my palms and slides off me.
However, I remain lying on my front with my head turned away from him, not able to meet his eyes.
“What’s happening to me? I don’t even know who I am anymore. Maybe coming here was a mistake,” I confess, sniffing away my tears.
“You’re you, Red,” Quinn replies gently.
I can’t help but let out a sarcastic chuckle as I counter, “Yeah, well, I don’t want to be this person who lashes out at everybody. I don’t like who I’ve become. But I don’t know how to stop being so angry.”
