Damian
He can’t be serious right now. He’s accusing me of- he has a girlfriend for Chr*st’s sake. I am free to do as I please- not that I will but I can. Moreover, he has no right to- well maybe a bit of right as I am in his place, so technically his rules. But I am leaving as we speak.
“Are you a maniac?” I ground out, deepening the frown on my head, my jaw tightening as I wait for his reply, looking at the wall still. He is silent so I badge on, “Are you hearing yourself?” I look at him then and his face grows into a shade of beet when I add, “It’s your girlfriend’s birthday today, remember her? Go-harass-her.”
“I- I need you to answer me,” he whines and his fingers tighten their hold on my legs.
“For f*cking what?” I drawl, my headache is now a pulsing mess against my temples. I
