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For all the readers who like their book boyfriends covered in red flags. Red’s my favorite color too.
“You wanna keep this hand?” he asks conversationally, squeezing it even tighter and making the guy contort to try to ease the pressure. “Then don’t put it on that girl. Ever. Got it?”
They have each other, and I don’t have anyone. No one to watch out for me. No one to have my back. No one to help me as my life spins out of control.
Malice shakes his head. “Nah. That part, I get. Sometimes the people you love turn your love against you, and it’s the most brutal weapon in the world.”
“Ty izdayesh’ samyye krasivyye zvuki, kogda konchayesh’.”
“Let’s just say I know what it’s like to have someone who should be on your side treat you like shit and manipulate you.”
While the water heats up, I tap my fingers against my thigh. Seven times on one side, and then seven times on the other. I count each number, careful to make sure I don’t miss one. I start near my knees and then work my way up in neat rows, picturing them in my mind. Even and perfect.
“If I’d known it was just a random guy, I wouldn’t have bothered you with it,” I whisper. “I’m sorry I barged into your place last night.”
“Because you’re our responsibility. And we don’t let people hurt what’s ours.”
Anger, bitterness, loss, grief… they’re all ugly emotions.
