“Tessa, listen to me. He isn’t who you think he is, he’s not Mr. Fucking Innocent.” “And how’s that?” she challenges. “Because… well, I don’t know—yet. But I know he’s using you for something. He just wants to fuck you—you know this,” I tell her, struggling to keep hold of my emotions. “No, he doesn’t.” She says it flatly, but I can see she’s getting angry. “Dude, you should just go—she doesn’t want to leave. You’re making a fool out of yourself.” When the words leave his busted lip, my body starts to shake. I have way too much anger that I need to let out. “I warned you—to shut the fuck up.
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It would be a public service if someone murdered him
