“What the hell do you want me to say, Lucas? Did I love him? Yes,” I hiss, blood flowing angrily through my veins. “I loved him, and he rejected me and humiliated me and threw our entire history in my face, and it fucking killed me. You have no idea how much he hurt me, and not just because of Becky. Imagine you had to watch the boy you love screw his way around town while barely giving you the time of day. Imagine you had to watch while he got into fights, got high and drunk, barely even knowing his own name. Imagine how many nights you stayed up sick with worry in case he drove his truck
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