My mind went blank, and it felt like every drop of blood in my body froze. A chill shot straight up my spine. I didn’t even think—just struggled harder.
I was desperate to break free from his grip, but he only held me tighter, locking me against him so I couldn’t move. That’s when it hit me—he wasn’t weaker than me before, he was just letting me go. That’s why I could fight him off before, run away, and even land a few punches.
Now, he carried me upstairs like I weighed nothing, every step like a punch to the gut.
Panicked, I kicked wildly and yelled, “Ronald, put me down! What’s wrong with you? You said all that crap to me, and now you know I had something with Jordan and you still touched me? I thought you were all about being clean—how could you even go through with it?”
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