Chapter 65

Arrick is yelling at me now, properly, the way I am yelling at him, completely oblivious to my tears, despite always claiming he can’t stand to see me cry. It wounds me more in my crazily sensitive frame of mind, and I now feel real hate for him. Real blood boiling ‘I cannot stand to even look at you right now, you fucking asshole kind’ of hate. It surprises me that I can have this much venom for someone I love so much. He’s making me crazier than anything Natasha could do to me.

“So now you’re pissed because I stopped it? Because you said If I wanted to stop, I could, and now you’re getting fucking angry at me. And I’m supposed to feel secure with you?” I sob loudly, wounded and confused, my head full of nonsensical chaos and drunken stupidity clouding my thoughts. My words are like daggers, thrown with intent and poison at someone I don’t like very much in my current state. He reacts to the tone as much as what I say, narrowing his gaze icily, obviously feeling the same leve