My whole body is shaking violently now, and when Darian tries to say something, I hold up my hand. “They left scars on my body, Darian.” I take off my jacket and throw it in his face. “Look. The scars have never healed. The fruits of your labor.”
I turn around and show him the vicious red marks on my back that make it look like I was whipped. “Every time I see them, I’m reminded of how I groveled in front of you. I would’ve licked your feet in that moment if you had told me to. You broke my spirit, my pride, and that is something I can never forgive you for. You debased me in front of everyone. If you loved me, if you cared for me, you would’ve stopped that mockery, but you didn’t.” A bitter laugh leaves my mouth. “You didn’t do that. Instead, you went to stand by the side of the girl who
