“I said no, Aoife."
"You can't tell me what to do, Joe," I growled, feeling a combination of drunk and dizzy. "You don't own me."
"Well, that's bad fucking luck on my account, because you sure as shit own me!"
Drunk or not, his words hit me like a wrecking ball to the chest.
Feeling the air whoosh from my lungs, I glared up at him, feeling a torrent of emotions crashing through me. "Why would you say that to me?"
"Because it's the truth."
"Since when?"
"Since I was twelve.”
―
Chloe Walsh,
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