I think it, before I even realize what it is I was doing. That look of confusion, of veiled disgust... It's been a long time since I've fought this hard to fuck with someone, to push them away or get a rise out of them that's edging toward violence, but I don't know why else to do. Strip everything away, and what I do is fuck people or fuck with people. It was always easier than actually dealing with shit, and those were the only weapons I ever had.
I'd rather have him confused and angry with me than remembering that I was actually hurt.
"Get the fuck out of here, Sawyer. Just go," I croak, my voice more hoarse than it should be.
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I think it, before I even realize what it is I was doing. That look of confusion, of veiled disgust... It's been a long time since I've fought this hard to fuck with someone, to push them away or get a rise out of them that's edging toward violence, but I don't know why else to do. Strip everything away, and what I do is fuck people or fuck with people. It was always easier than actually dealing with shit, and those were the only weapons I ever had.
I'd rather have him confused and angry with me than remembering that I was actually hurt.
"Get the fuck out of here, Sawyer. Just go," I croak, my voice more hoarse than it should be.