You Killed Me First

by John Marrs

I wasn’t sure what it was about me that gave off a ‘you’d be a natural at intimidating men’ vibe. However, I couldn’t deny its appeal.

I’ve convinced myself that when I get home, Nicu won’t be able to keep his hands off me. Only the selfie I sent to him a few minutes ago has gone unacknowledged. I can see it’s been read, but he hasn’t responded with so much as a thumbs-up emoji.

didn't she ignore his calls while he and his kids were home sick?

I make my way into the lounge and sink into the sofa. I thought I’d been careful. Is he going to tell Liv or Margot? I’d hate for Liv to think any less of me. She might not want to be my friend anymore.

‘I find it difficult, you know that. You heard my therapist when she diagnosed me with PTSD.’ ‘She wasn’t a therapist; she was someone you talked to on X.’ ‘She had a PhD in psychology.’ ‘Which you only have her word for.