The room fills with silence.
"You can pretend I don't exist, but I agree, we need to talk. Me and you, I don't know who this Oliver is, but we need to talk."
I feel his breath wash over my neck, shivers running through me.
"No, we don't." I try to sound confident and firm, but my voice quakes.
"Oh, we do." His words are stern.
"Because now you have decided to talk, and listen? f**k you, Wayne. I am not your lap dog." I feel my anger come back.
"Oh I know, a lap dog has more bite than you Melinda, they are more loyal than you and don't they don't run away."
I feel the last bit of self-control snap, turning I push him and move to straddle him.
My words screamed at him.
"I not weak! How can you say I am not loyal, you don't even f*****g know me."
"You ran through fear, you ran
