Part of me wanted to cool off and rest, to put this entire mess behind me and pretend it had never happened.
But another part of me, a darker part that I didn't like acknowledging, wanted to defy Darius. I hated that he thought he could control me, hated that he assumed I belonged to him just because he had helped me.
Who was he to tell me who I could and couldn't see? Who was he to decide what was best for me?
I reached my room and slammed the door behind me, leaning against it and trying to catch my breath.
My hand was still stinging from slapping him. I looked down at my palm, seeing the slight redness where it had connected with his face.
I had never hit anyone like that before. The violence of it shocked me, but I couldn't bring myself to feel guilty about it.
He had deserved it
