“You already know the story,” I reply without looking at him.
“I mean now. Why does she still have you by the balls?”
Because I’m still in love with her. Because I never got over her. Because I hate myself for f*****g it up. Because she was the only girl to ever captivate my heart and soul. “She doesn’t have me by the balls. You know it’s better to keep them in your pocket than your enemy.”
“You have that wrong. She has you in her pocket. You know damn well you don’t keep people like her in check.”
I finally look at him. “People like her?”
He looks at me like he’s talking to someone that’s slow. “Violent. Murderers. Criminals. Do I need to keep going?”
I shake my head; I refuse to keep having this same argument with him. I knew what they were; I was one of them before. I’m not going
