“I hate you!” I screamed at him and meant every word. An ache settled in my gut. “Good!” he shouted in my face, boring down on me. “Finally. Because it’s been a long time since I could stand the sight of you!” He slammed his palm against the wall near my head, causing me to jump. Flinching, I screamed to myself. What had happened to us? He’d scared me, but I stood my ground, telling myself that he wasn’t going to hurt me, not physically. I knew that, didn’t I? My brain shouted for me to run, to get away from him. No tears fell, thankfully, but the pain of his words made my breathing almost
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