Jimmy blanched and stood up, pacing the small room. He said nothing for what seemed like an eternity, running his hands through his thick hair and over his face. His actions concerned her, was it what she feared most? Is he disgusted with me? Will he leave me knowing I am not pure? Knowing how a man violated me?
Is he disgusted with me? Will he leave me knowing I am not pure? Knowing how a man violated meThen Jimmy finally spoke, his jaw flexing. “If he isn’t dead already, I will kill him. I swear to you.” He spat out the words like venom, his fists balled at his sides.
“You can’t, it would be murder,” she pleaded with him.
“You think anyone would care? Care about a man like that? I told you before, Greta, men do not hurt women. They do not hit them, they do not r**e them.” He enunciate
