She hadn’t said anything since I came in, and I was worried that she might be in some kind of shock. It hurt my heart to see her like this, and I wanted to howl at the fucking moon to release the pent-up rage that was threatening to choke me.

How dare anyone put hands on what’s mine? If she were a man, I would’ve put her fucking lights out without a second thought.

“I knew you were fucking the little slut.” The words were flung after us like sharp little darts, and ...