Chapter 133. Powerlessness

He asked me why I didn’t like him after a while. He had just finished drinking a glass and was refilling it. I sigh when he mumbles. "I told him that wasn’t true, and if I hadn’t been in that damn chair, I would have stood up to him, but I couldn’t really defend myself."

Now I understood why Nash really hated that time in his life. It wasn’t because he was terrified of never walking again; it was because he felt like he had no control.

"He said that’s what Cali said, so if I didn’t agree, she must be lying," I said. He whispers, and I can see on his face that he feels guilty. "He was drunk, and I didn’t want him to go to wherever she was and take it out on her. So I told him I had lied, that I hated him, and to fuck off." He lets out a puff of air and runs his hand through his hair. "He hit me with his glass."

"Oh, honey." I get up and go over to him as I whisper. That was awful, even worse than the stories about hi