“So your sister told me something today and I’m not happy about it.” “What?” “Caoimhe said you slept at a boy’s house last night.” “Hugh.” I felt myself smile. “He’s really nice.” “Hmm.” Mark didn’t look happy. “I don’t know how I feel about you cheating on me, munchkin.” “What do you mean?” I asked, confused. “I don’t want to share you.” A shiver racked through me. “Share me?” “You’re my special girl, remember?” He placed his big hand on my leg. “And I don’t want you being anyone else’s special girl.”
I fucking HATE him. I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM
