I never cry. That asshole. "Damn it, Wesley!" Why did I let myself get pinned to a wall? "You don't get it, do you? I fucking love you, damn it!"
"So you got yourself in deeper than you expected. My apologies." But he didn't sound sorry at all. His voice was full of hate.
"Damn it, Wes! Why are you playing with me?" Cruel irony.
"Don't you know, Lilah?" He ran a hand along my thigh. "That what you dish out, returns in threefold?"
"You said yourself it's never easy - I'm trying to make it easy!"
"No. No strings is easy."
"You fucker! Do you have a heart anywhere in your body?"
"Why should I? You don't."
"Oh, so, admitting I love you translates into being a heartless bitch?"
He hit me. The bastard hit me!
"Okay, I may be evil lawyer from hell or whatever, but domestic abuse? Not okay!"
"What about murder. You've killed before, Lilah."
I slide to the floor. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"You don't deserve me. You don't deserve anyone, Lilah. You don't deserve your job, and you don't deserve to be alive."
This is not the man who called what we had a 'relationship' first.
"Is it because I'm not Fred?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
"Don't speak her name."
"Now that I love you, you hate me because Fred's not the one who told you she loves you! I will always be second best in your eyes, right?"
"No. Not second best. Not even third. The people I respect come after Fred, and I don't have a shred of respect for you."
"Then why are you still here?"
"This is my house."
"No, you're too used to saying that. This is my house, Wes. Now, get out."
"What?"
"Get. Out." I'm in serious danger of getting pissed off.
"Lilah-"
"OUT!"
Moments later, the bang of a door shutting is heard. I am left to cry alone.
I am head over heels in love with Wesley Wyndam Pryce - and he doesn't care.