William
"s**t!" I walked back to go upstairs to get my car keys. I also realized that I hadn’t put on proper clothing. So at the fastest pace I could manage, I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and made myself presentable enough. I put on my jeans and chose one of the wrinkled shirts in my closet. Then I hurriedly grabbed my car keys on the bedside table that I forgot earlier.
I was at a boiling point. Taylor thought he had all the right to play around with me then thrash me over and over again whenever he felt like it. I tried so damn hard to understand him, to see where he was coming from, but all I could see were blurred lines.
We were not supposed to deal with this conflict. He wanted me, I wanted him, we did what we did and all was well until he f****d things up. Why couldn’t
