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“I would like you to obey, before I have to do something to make you obey” is all he says.

What a damn house, why so far away from the lobby?

"Do you want me to be afraid of you?" I ask. This isn't the first time I've heard something like a threat, so I am not sure I need a question.

“I want you to respect me”

"You took me away from a party that I had a hell of a time organizing. Then you want to keep me stuck at home, and as if that wasn't enough, you said that I'd better obey you. All this after not believing me when I said that had been violated. What do I want to feel about you, anyway?" I say everything softly and slowly, so he understands how it affects me.

As soon as the gates open and Harley parks in front of the entrance, I get out of the car. I do not wait for someone's help, or rather, permission.

I walk inside the house, passing through the demotivating cold of the early morning in Seattle. Aaron doesn't follow me, on the contrary, he stays in the car for a few more minute