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Shit. I need to rinse my mind with bleach and hope all the dirty thoughts disappear.
“Can I have anything?” “Within reason.” “You told me once that reason is subjective. That means what you see as reason is entirely different from what I do.”
“I hate that something is missing inside me.” “Are you going to let it rule you or are you going to bring it to its knees in front of you? Because those are your only two options, Gwyneth. It’s up to you what you decide to fill it with. Strength or weakness.” I chose neither. I chose to fill it up with him.
you promised to never leave me alone. You said you’re not her, right?
Fuck the way she looks at me. As if I'm a god with all the answers and solutions. As if I’m the only one who can make everything right.
Because the god she sees in me? That one is most definitely a demon in disguise.
touching her means walking through fire and knowing exactly how I will burn.
In a way, necessity is the root of all evil. Decisions based on it are a bit impulsive and almost always have dire consequences down the line. Ones that could be dangerous, lethal even.
if you keep provoking me and don’t stay in your lane, I’ll be inclined to take action. I’ll swallow you down so fast, there’ll be nothing left of you, let alone your sarcasm and naïveté. You’ll stare in the mirror and not recognize yourself anymore. This is my last warning and the only courtesy I will give you.
“Are you going to behave?” I hear the sound of gulping as she stares up at me with wild eyes. “Should I?” “Good girls do.” “But I’m not.”
“What are you going to do to me?” “I’m going to teach you to behave.”
God. If he keeps talking this dirty, I might come here and now.
“You look at him as if he’s your custom-made god that you can’t survive without worshipping at his altar.”
“You’re a virgin?” “I don’t think I am anymore.”
“And what is that?” “Thirst traps.” “The only thirst trap you’ll be posting is my hand around this fucking throat.”
Being hurt doesn’t give him the right to hurt me.
He knows how much Dad means to me, so in order for me not to lose him, he’ll risk losing him. He’ll risk being tossed aside for me. He’d rather be abandoned again than have me go through it.
“Heaven could fall and you wouldn’t change, Nate. It’s in your fucked-up genes, right?
This is my life, my body, and I have the right to decide whether or not I want to have a baby now, ten years from now, or never. I decide what’s right for me, not you or anyone else,
