“You have some nerve to speak to me like that.” “Like what?” I demanded. “Like I’m not sorry for you? Well, guess the fuck what, Liz? I’m all out of pity. The well ran dry a long time ago.” “Yeah?” she sneered. “Well, I’d rather be a bitch than a rapist any day!” “I’m not a fucking rapist!” “Nah, you’re just related to one.” That was it. That was fucking it. I couldn’t take this anymore. “He is not my brother.” My entire body trembled and shook as I glared back at her. “That asshole is nothing to me. He’s not my blood. He’s not my brother. He’s not my goddamn anything, so don’t you dare keep
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