Chapter 11

“Why are you like this? Every time I try to get close to you, you have one arm out trying to push me away.”

I move her off me and place her on the sofa before I storm out of the room. I just need a moment to get myself together before I fuck it all up. Her footsteps break my concentration, and I flinch at the loud slam of the door. She’s pissed. I can’t understand why I have to tell her about the past. I don’t even want to know about my past.

That shit was horrific. She doesn’t need to take on my shit. Telling her would just ruin everything. I don’t want to put that burden on her. I want to barge into the room and fuck her until she can’t see straight. It seems the only way I can make her happy is with my fuckin’ cock. Doesn’t surprise me. It’s one of two ways that people have always used me.

My eyes go to the liquor cabinet. I rarely drink, but right now I want to drown in the bottle of Jack and hope that I pass out and don’t have to deal with any of this shit. Soft moans interrupt my