The sky was purple with twilight when we got back to our vehicles. I hurried over to my truck and threw my backpack inside. I debated leaving without a goodbye, but I couldn’t do it. I could never just leave Edward in the dust.
Resigned, I spun around and came face to face with him, watching as his lips contorted into that snarl I loved so much as soon as our eyes connected.
“You’re fucking mad at me…” He paused, raking me with a derisive look. “You’re fucking pissed off because I was honest with you and told you I was no good for you? What kind of shit is-?”
“No, I’m fucking pissed off because you’re telling me what I can and cannot do with my life, what’s ‘for the best’,” I mocked. “I spent my entire life having my mother do it, and then have had to deal with the same shit coming from every doctor that has ever examined me. I’m not doing it with anyone else ever again, Edward. Not even you. No matter how much I might want to be with you.”
“God,” hand through the hair again, “fuck!” he screamed. “Do you know how badly I want to tell you to just fuck off? That I don’t care if you’re pissed at me?”
“Then do it,” I challenged. But my body belied my words and sagged against the seat.
He growled. “Why is this so hard? Why can’t I just let you stay mad at me?”
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
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