Page 18 of Our Shattered Pieces
She rolled over on her back, her phone still in her hands. “Girls who ask for it, then get all pissy when they get it.”
My entire body grew cold.
“What?”
Rolling over on her side, she propped her head up under her hand, her weight resting on her elbow. “Some girl posted about some guy taking advantage of her, but, really, Grayson, her outfit was her just asking for it.”
I just stared at her.
What the fuck?
“What in the hell are you talking about?”
Katy rolled her eyes. “She posted a picture of them together, I guess…” She shrugged a shoulder. “I guess to prove they were at the same party, and she’s dressed like a slut in it.”
“And what does a slut dress like, Katy?” I asked, not bother to disguise the bite in my tone.
“What do you think, Grayson?” This time, she sat up as she looked at me with wide eyes. “C’mon, you get these girls who go buy quadruple double Fs, then get offended when a guy stares at her chest.”
The words flew out of my mouth before I could call them back,
Not that I would have.
Giving her body a pointed look from head to toe, I said, “Because the body you have was God-given, Katy,” I spat, my issues front and center.
She jumped up from the bed, outrage all over her pretty face. “Are you kidding me?”
“You just said a girl deserved to get taken advantage of because of a skirt she wore, Katy. So, by that logic, you deserve to have the same thing happen to you,” I argued. “You had your parents pay tens of thousands of dollars for those tits, hips, and ass you have. So, then that must mean you’re just asking for guys to help themselves, because why else would you go purchase the kind of body you have?”
“You bastard!” she yelled. “It’s not the same thing!”
“You’re right, it’s not,” I fired back. “That girl wore a skirt to look cute. You underwent hours of painful surgery at the fucking age of, what? Eighteen? All so you could draw attention to yourself.”
“What is wrong with you?” she hissed, shocked that mild-mannered, easy-going Grayson Lewis would dare talk to her like this.
“Right now, what’s wrong with me isyou.”
Katy flung her arms out beside her. “You’re being horrible, and all because I made a random comment about a girl you don’t even know?”
My eyes narrowed and my temper soared at that. “What’s horrible is finding out that you’re the type of person who would believe that a woman deserves to get taken advantage forwhateverreason.”
“You don’t even know the girl,” she repeated.
“That’s not the point!” I roared, disgusted with myself for dating someone with those kinds of views. “You actually believe that sexual assault is excusable.”
I was done here.
Knowing I couldn’t stand to be in her presence any longer, I grabbed for my shoes. Putting them on, I inwardly cringed at how I had really believed Katy was good for me. I had dated her for so long believing that she’s what I needed to be better.
“Are you leaving?” she asked, her voice laced with surprised.
Tying my shoes, I said, “I’m leaving and I’m leaving you.”
“Oh, my God,” she cried. “Over a stupid fight?”
I stood up, loathed with how blind I’ve been with this girl. “See? The fact that you think this is a stupid fight further proves that you’re missing the entire point.” I knew I was reacting badly because of Rowan, but my opinion on the matter still would have been the same, no matter what.
What type of fucking person believes women deserve to be taken advantage of?
