I had dreamed of hearing that all my life and now someone was truly saying those words to me. Distrust. Sex I wouldn’t blame you. And with that realization, I noted how silent the house had grown. Hours later, we finally reached what looked like a small cabin in the woods and that was where he parked the truck. He thought she had a life… and a future. A particularly loud “fuck you” made me jump up in my bed. I could still see her, in my mind’s eye, standing there high as a kite, against the wall, while I screamed and shouted at my assailant. I wanted to have someone who cared about me, finally. We can just… we can talk, right? He was shouting and she was shrieking and they were both busy throwing at each other whatever shit we still had left in this dumpster of an apartment. He could have broken me. In every way that matters,” I added. My mind was full of contradicting feelings. By next week, there was going to be someone new to crawl between her legs and buy her a dose of whatever was available in exchange for sex.
