“Pulled it out.” She frowned up at me, clearly annoyed that I was interrupting sexytimes with something so boring.
“Why?”
“Don’t like it.” She was starting to look as pissed off as I felt.
“You’ll get pregnant without it!”
“So?” She crossed her arms over her breasts.
Rage surfing on thirteen years of frustration crested inside me. “So we can’t have a f*****g baby, are you stupid?”
It felt like I was having to explain one of the basics to her all over again: don’t bite people, don’t run with scissors, don’t eat rotten meat.
Lily snarled and chomped me on the shoulder, hard. I hollered and shoved her off me. She hit her head on the moldy tile wall, cursed me and punched me in the stomach. I tumbled out of the tub, tearing the old vinyl shower curtain down with me, and landed in a heap
