"Does my father know you haven't been around for a few days?" I spoke to Victor's bareback as he changed his shirt.
"I didn't leave you alone," he grunted in return.
"That's not the point!" I reached out and grabbed his arm, turning him around.
He pulled away from my grasp, but I had already seen the new bright red of new tally marks on his bicep. He put on his new shirt, avoiding the accusation of my stare. It was not about leaving me alone, it was about going off without me; about suggesting that I had a purpose and then taking that from me.
"I thought that there was some level of trust between us, but I guess I was wrong as usual." I sneered before turning and leaving the room.
"Carla, come back. You are being petty," he called after me, but I did not look back and kept on down the hallway.
