ANASTASIA
Maybe it's a night to cry and moan at the same time, because I feel tears pricking at the edges of my eyes.
The harsh anger of his words is like a slap to my face, a hard one that springs tears.
"You hate me talking about them; it's the same way I hate it that you are not saying anything about Sandra. Did you even f**k her?"
The liquids are gathering at my lids now, and I don't get the chance to wipe them away before he slides my pants down my legs.
“Did you let boys touch you because of Sandra? How the f**k is she influencing your emotions when she is not even here?” His hands stop at my thighs, and I stare at him with teary eyes, biting my lips with a low moan.
“But you are making it seem like you are not over her.” He holds my thighs firmly, spreads them apart, an
