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"A beautiful story about two young hearts merged together to save a dying one..."
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28| ℬᎾℳᎯ
MY BREATH IS RAGGED. I look at my phone: 6:45 pm. What the hell just happened? I try to recollect everything as we approach the car.
His fist is wrapped strongly around my wrist, with veins poking under his skin like vines about to burst.
"STOP!" I drag my wrist away. He moves a few feet in front before walking back towards me, all the while looking away from my eyes. He takes my hands and I pull it out again. "NO!"
He swallows, narrowing his eyes. "Can we just get in the car," he says. "Please?"
“I don’t know if I want to get in that car with you.”
“I’m–"
“Don’t say you’re sorry, just don’t." I wipe my eyes with his pocket square and all of Mom’s precious masterpiece on my face follows the fabric.
“Boma,” he takes my hand. I take it back and look him square in the face. He moves his jaw aside, clenching it as if he isn't done fighting or whatever.
“I don’t want to believe you’re a violent person," I say. "I'm trying to make out who you are and you're giving my several options that I don't understand."
“He was going to hit you. Did you expect me to stand by and watch him? Or I should have given him a pat on the back? Would I prove to be better then!”
“I expected you to stop when I said stop!” I shiver.
This damn dress. Damn everything.
"I stopped!" His hands fly in the air. "Okay?"
"Why are you raising your voice at me?"
He blinks a couple times, before holding his face and screaming into his palm.
"I'm sorry." He pulls his hands away, regulating his breathing as the burn in his eyes seem to evaporate. "I'm sorry I raised my voice and I'm sorry about everything."
I gnash my teeth to keep from crying. I cry too much. "You didn't listen to me." My hands find my shoulders and I rub them furiously to gather some warmth.
He wraps his Tuxedo around me. "Bo, I stopped."
“Eventually, when you were satisfied. . .I don’t know why you keep. . ." What's it with crying anyhow? Stop with tears damn it! He pulls me into his chest and I start bawling again.
He's wrong. Maybe he's worse than wrong. Am I even safe or am I just. . . He hit his hand and now this?
I don’t want to think these thoughts. Holding on to him is all I want to know. It sounds wrong but I can't blame me. Maybe I'm being a stupid love addict but can I just. . . just be allowed to trust? I want to trust him. Is that wrong?
