Knots of sickness developed in my stomach with each unsteady step I took across the lot. My chest grew tight. My head felt light and I didn’t know if it had something to do with lack of food or maybe because everything I could see around me looked wrong, like a big fat lie. |
My jaw tensed. “I hate you sometimes. I hate the way you treat women, and that you can’t keep your dick in your pants or your damn mouth shut—” |