“Did I say that I didn’t want you to leave? Am I begging you to stay? What did I just say?” I asked, trying to make the girl see reason. “Listen to the words I’m saying.” I seethed, leaning down, invading every inch of her personal space. I loosened my grip but didn’t put her down. “Just let me go! I want to go home!” she screamed, continuing to struggle, wincing when I’d grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off her feet. “I got it from here.” She pushed against my chest but it was useless, I had at least a hundred pounds on her. I wanted to pummel the girl for not listening to me, but for the first time realized that her injuries would never have happened if I wouldn’t have given her that ring or told her that lie. “Do these look like jokes?”įor the first time in my life I was caught off guard. “Does this look like a joke to you?” Then she pointed at her swollen lip and then the butterfly stitch around her eye. She pointed to the purple black and blue bruises on her ribs. Then I heard you tell King it was all a joke.” She lifted up her shirt so high she revealed the rounded underside of her breasts. “I told Chop about your promise to me, about the ring, and he laughed in my face.
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