She chuckled. It was condescending and cruel and messy. “You don’t know what being alive is. You stay by my side to have a semblance of it. Maybe it’s because I’m now the only one permitted to get this close to you and you’re trying to milk it for everything it’s worth.”
Yes. “You don’t sound like yourself.”
“I’m trying not to kill you so the rage is finding words to shove itself in.” She threw the cigarette stick to the floor and stumped it away with the heel of her boots.
I watched her grind that cigarette into the floor like she was imagining it was my skull. The red dress she had on was the color of the dress Chrissy had worn last night. Similar design.
Sometimes my own cruelty amazed me.
“Go on your knees, Blake.”
I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to bite her. I wanted to throw
