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“I’m sorry doesn’t cut it, I know. You know I said I had outlets? Cutting is one, Honey was the other, but that was before I told you how much I fucking love you, have always loved you. She’s damaged, she pushes my trigger so I react and give her what she needs. I guess, for a while we fed off each other, it was symbiotic for a long time. I don’t want or need thatanymore.”
The door slid open so fast I fell backwards into herroom.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” she shouted at me, at the same time she landed a kick straight in myside.
I imagined that kick hurt her way more than it hurt me by the grimace and hopping about she did. She leaned down to slap my shoulders as I satup.
“She’s damaged and you’re helping her? Really! What are you, some sort of therapist now? How fucked up isthat?”
The situation was serious, I knew that, but her feeble slaps to my shoulder, her kicks to my side had me stifling a chuckle. I sprang to my feet while she continued her assault. Right or wrong, the clenching of her jaw, the squinting of her eyes as her anger took over, had my cock as hard aswood.
“Would you have fucked her? I was there, Jack, would you have fucked her while I watched? Would you have…done all thatstuffto her? Would you havehurther?”
I grabbed her wrists and walked her backwards. We fell onto the bed and I pinned her underneath me. She writhed trying to breakfree.
“No. I would not have fucked her, and no, I wouldn’t have done thatstuffto her. And that’s a first—believe me. Somewhere in my mind I knew you werethere.”
“But you would have, had I not been here, wouldn’tyou?”
I didn’t answer. “Wouldn’t you?” she screamed atme.
“Yes,” I answered,quietly.
“You sick fuck,” shesaid.
That comment sliced me deeper than any wound I could have inflicted onmyself.
I stilled, pushing myself slightly away from her. My breath caught in my chest, as if captured by her words, words that had momentarily paralysedme.
Her knee to my groin was about the most painful thing I’d ever experienced. It felt as if my balls were forced halfway up my body. I groaned, I let her go and slid off the bed, curling into a ball. I was in total fuckingagony.
“Oh my God, shit.” I heard hersay.
“I’m fine,” I wincedout.
“What do Ido?”
“Kiss thembetter?”
I narrowly missed a second kick to the balls, her foot connected with my thigh instead. She stomped from the room and I groaned some more. When she returned she threw a bag of ice atme.
“Have that kiss itbetter.”
I rolled onto all fours, trying to quell the nausea, and then eventually managed to stand. Summer had sat on the bed with her arms folded across her chest. There was a look of concern on her face, a look she was desperately trying tohide.
“I need to laydown.”
“Go to your own room, Jack. You’re not sleepinghere.”
“I can’t fucking walk,Summer.”
She stood from the bed and as she passed me, she bashed into my shoulder. I shuffled forwards and onto her bed. I took in some deep breaths and, after a minute or so; the pain subsided, leaving a dullache.
“Sweet Jesus,” I whispered, wincing as I turned on myside.
* * *
Iwokewith a start and gingerly straightened my legs. I exhaled the breath I had been holding when I realised I was no longer in pain, although I was sure if I’d checked I would be bruised. I climbed from the bed and swallowed down the fear that she would be gone. As I walked to the decking, she was curled on the daybed sleeping. I stared at her for a long time. Her cheeks were chapped from her tears; her hair was a tangled mess around her face. I’d done that to her. I’d caused her tears and sadness washed overme.
