"What did I even do?!" He looks frustrated. "I got you some clothes, and you refused to accept them. In fact, I should be the one angry with you. You called me a thief to my assistant's face! I didn't do a single thing to-"
"You left me there!" I raise my voice, my chest aching in fury. "You think I go around sleeping with men, Morris? Like it's some sort of hobby of mine? I don't! You did the deed, and you left me there by myself. Do you know how degrading that is? Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? And then, to make things worse, you try to give me a card to feed myself? You throw clothes at me? It's like you're going out of your way to throw my worthlessness in my fac-"
He doesn't even let me finish my sentence, crossing the distance between us, grabbing me by the upper arms
