“I was going to punish her for touching you. That when I was done with her, you wouldn’t want her, which is true! I told her she was disgusting and that you could never love or want someone like her, I mean who would?! You deserve better than that! She can't give you want you need—what you want! I can—I can give you a family—She’s wasted fucking goods.” Being blinded by rage is dangerous, but that is what I am: dangerous. I don’t even remember bringing my fist back and punching her, but when I blink,
