Page 102 of Love Takes Home

“Well, you realized that the greatest mistake of your life was walking away from me and when you tried to get me back, I turned you down.”

“And absolutely no one is going to believe that.”

“You don’t get to walk away from me without my fucking permission!” he yells, making me jump. “And people with a broken heart do crazy things, like destroy what’s around them.”

“Again, not a single person is going to believe that bullshit.”

“I can’t help that you no longer have the will to live without me,” he persists.

“Well, that’s kind of pathetic. You could at least come up with something better.”

“I don’t need to come up with something better,” he replies. “Because it doesn’t matter.”

“What doesn’t matter?”

“At the end of the day, you don’t matter. You’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass since I met you. You were so fucking desperate for a little bit of love that you bent over backwards to make yourself what I wanted. But then you got too high on your horse and started questioning me. I don’t like being questioned.”

“So, you’re pissed off that I ended us and I have to die for that?”

“No, you fucking bitch, you have to die because you and your fucking Scooby Gang were getting too close to a truth I don’t want you to know. And if you’re out of the fucking picture, they’ll be too fucking sad to worry about what I’m doing.”

“But you just said you don’t do the dirty work. You’re going to kill me?”

“I thought I could make an exception this one time.”

“I still don’t understand why? What are you doing that you’re worried about my friends finding out?”

He laughs in my face. “The fact you haven’t figured that part out yet just shows how stupid you are.”

“Then fucking spell it out for me if I’m such an idiot. You’re gonna kill me anyway, right? Might as well.”

“You know I’ve seen enough to know that’s a bad idea.” He takes a few steps closer, and I put my hand up to stop him.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“I’m gonna do whatever the fuck I feel like.”

“Tell me one thing. Why me?”

“What do you mean, why you?”

“I mean, you obviously don’t like me. It’s pretty clear you didn’t love me. So, why me? There were other women in this town. Shit, there were other women in the town next to us that’s only forty minutes away, so again, why me?”

“You were easy.”

“Easy?”

“Well, no, you made me work for the pussy, but you were easy to mold. You were easy to make what I wanted you to be. It’s a shame that you were a fat cow and I couldn’t change that about you, no matter how much I tried.”

“You know, that’s the thing. I was fat when you met me. What the fuck did you think was gonna happen? That I was just gonna magically drop forty pounds?”

“I thought you might start giving a shit about your appearance.”

“My appearance is just fine. I’m just fine. And leaving you made me realize that I didn’t need you as much as you seemed to need me.”

“Fuck you!” he yells, lunging towards me. He pulls his hand back and strikes me across the face. My head whips around from the force, but I keep my balance. “I’m going to have so much fucking fun making you bleed.”

I wipe at my face, coming away with blood on my hand. Fucker split my lip open. And, jeez, my cheek hurts. He might have hit me before, but never in the face. Never where anyone could see.

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