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He sucked in a harsh breath, his er "You think you know ic wand and fix et off the bed, and I backed away His feet touched the floor, but he didn’t stand up, almost as if he forced himself to stay seated, to stay away from me "It was a mistake to fuck you It was a mistake to let you anywhere near me You’re crazy with your stupid conclusions I’irl scout to fix Get the fuck out and stop boringyou? Oh, my God, you’re completely backwards If you were bored you wouldn’t care what I thought You’re not bored, Fox, because you know I’ to achieve?"
From my place in the centre of the carpet, I balledme sith your fucked-up inability to be touched? I wanted you--I’ve been honest about that right from the start--but what I don’t want is a man who’s so far off the realave ht now, I’d leave, and I would never think about you again"
My throat closed on the lie
Fox clutched the edge of the ratulations on fucking hurtingYou just proved how shallow you are You never truly wanted me--if you did, you’d want ive you!"
My entire body huer "I’m the shallow one? How about you? You think you’re one-dimensional; you provide a scarred scary persona ns an illegal fight club, but that’s not the truth Want to hear my version of the truth and then you can see if I’h not to care?"
I didn’t wait for his reply "You can’t be touched I would never be able to guess why that is but it left --why did you buy me for sex if you never undress and see near anyone? You wear clothes as if they’ll protect you fro You sculpt and ith metal because you have control over the destiny of the piece that you’re creating You’re screwed up and confused and--"
"Shut up! Get the fuck out" I leaped back as Fox stood upright He roared, "Stop it Just leavefrom his fierceness; my heart bruised my ribs it thudded so hard, but for the first time, I sensed a crack He wasn’t Mr Obsidian in that moment, he was just ait
"No You’re going to hearshivers scattering overhard, I delared daggers, piercing my skin with his hatred "What does it matter? Have you ever been so badly abused every bone was broken in your body? Have you ever gone days without food or had so much blood on your hands you wanted to kill yourself?" His chest heaved under his sweater
We froze
His nostrils flared He didn’t ht into his past I wouldn’t let hi a step forward, I pushed hi, as if he were a cornered animal
"No, but you have" I couldn’t handle this It hurt to think about Fox’s past--what he kept hidden He’d alainst my will I owed him my hatred, not my pity
But how could I fear solowed bright red, looking as if it ith fresh blood Colour flushed his neck line, highlighting faded scars I hadn’t noticed before He see froh thefreedom
"I know you’re not Australian, and I know your scar was a punish He bared his teeth "Let ure this out You think you know ure out what shit lives inside my head? You think you have superpowers?" He threw his ars do you think I happen to be, dobycha? A cutthroata harsh fingertip down the redness of his scar, he laughed "Hang on, I guess I a you think you know about me is tainted because of this This scar--it makes you pity me and fear me"
His shoulders bunched as he took a step forward "You think you can guess how I got this? What I’ve done? Stop spinning your lies and fabricating stories You’re so far off you’re in the real yourself Do us both a favour and fuck off"
His lips snapped shut A e
Not once had he uard All the while hatingaway
Fatigue hit hed heavily "You don’t trust yourself at all do you?"
He blinked at ave him a tiny smile "Any normal person would touch and squeeze and ument, but you--you keep your distance It’s not me you don’t trust--it’s yourself"
He didn’t say a word, treer Despite the colour flushing his neck and rage glowing in his eyes, he withheld his strict self-control What would happen if I touched hied him?
You’d die
I knew it As sure as the sun would set and rise again
Silence fell between us, and my eyes dropped to his forear corded muscle and scars