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I had learned a valuable lesson tonight though, and that was to never ask a girl what she was thinking if you weren’t prepared to take a huge fucking knock to the ego.
“What—no! I’m grand,” I quickly replied. “I have allergies.” “Me too. To assholes and bullshit,” Johnny snarled. “Now, tell me who made you cry and I’ll fix it.”
Being ignored didn’t sit well with me. It was unfamiliar territory for me, and I was quickly learning that I didn’t like it one bit.
It was a night that consisted of my parents screaming at each other so loudly that the Gardaí came to the door, having received an anonymous call about a disturbance of the peace. My peace. Because I made the call.
If she was here, then she was here with me. She was mine and I didn’t want to share.
It was one of the few things in my life that I was absolutely certain of. This boy would never put his hands on me in anger.
“I will ruin you,” I repeated, voice deathly cold. “Your reputation. Your status. Your friends. Your future relationships. Everything. If you fuck with Shannon Lynch again, I will take everything from you.”
“Ma!” I exclaimed. “You know the girl!” “What girl, love?” “My girl.” I slapped a hand against my nose, itching the scratch, or scratching the itch. I didn’t know about anything anymore, but I felt fucking great. “See, Da?” I slapped my chest. “Boom, fucking boom, boom.”
