Asher
After fighting her for about five more minutes, I lose my patience. I grab her arm and pull her with me because she can't just talk to me like that in front of everyone and expect me to do nothing.
She hasn't earned any kind of special treatment from me, no matter how much she believes otherwise, so I have to take extreme measures.
“I'm not joking. I'm really, really scared of them," she says, when we're away from everyone. I still don't let her go, I don't want her to run, “It's a medical condition, Asher. Please be considerate. Don't make me do this.”
“You have to learn that everything you do has consequences. Whether bad or good. You can't talk to me like that in front of anyone... you can't talk to me like that ever, period.”
“I was angry. I'm sorry. I realized I had done w
