Chapter 25
Clar “He’s-- the... hmm... the stripper.,” I answered, looking down and fiddling with the hem of my dress. Nick then placed his fingers on my chin and crane my face to face him, he is seething mad and the look of disappointment painted on his face. Nick then sighed, let’s go of my chin and gripped the ends of the counter. His knuckles are turned white from gripping the counter hard and I was waiting for the moment for them to crack and break. Silence fills the entire room, and when I placed my hand on Nick’s shaking shoulder, he flinched and harshly pulls away from my hand. He then stormed out of the room and the final nail to my coffin is the loud thud of the bedroom door slamming shut. I got down on the counter, proceeded to take off my clothes so I can take a quick shower. When I go
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