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Selfish 51
What do people expect here? A showdown, and beat down between hot and semi-hot chicks?
Explanations, that's what I want from you. Nothing more, and nothing less.
But not now... right now I'm too mad, I can't be held responsible to my actions.
I walk away, brusquely... I will not be the form of entertainment for these nurses anymore than I already am.
I see the way they lift the phones... must be so goddamn nice to have an excellent intercom system where they can all tell the tales of the doctors and their mistresses.
Jasper tightens his hold on me... thank god, or else I don't know where I would be right now.
The floor? In a jail cell? In the nut house?
All very plausible places.
I can feel you walking behind me, trying to get my attention.
But for what? So you can explain to me why your appearance is unkept... because it was kind of obvious to me, and Lauren, too... who I'm sure is eagerly spreading the new exciting tale.
"Please, it's not what you think, Bella. Please let me talk to you."
Your voice is so desperate, so full of fear.
We reach the elevators but they are busy, and the number of people waiting for them is too many.
Jasper steers me to the stairs, and sure enough you follow.
"Baby please."
No, don't call me that. I must remain strong... my strength is all I have left.
I turn to face you, my face flamed with rage. "Did you fuck her?"
You look aghast and answer no.
"Did you touch her?"
You hesitate to answer, trying to formulate an appropriate response.
"Did you kiss her?" I hate how my voice sounds vulnerable.
"I..."
"She asked if you fucking kissed her!" Jasper demands, his grip on me not loosening.
"Yes." Your voice cracks with the admission.
I stare at you in disbelief.
You kissed her... HER!
"Why would you do that? I thought, I thought we..."
The pain in my chest is so strong that the words get stuck inside.
"She asked," you answer, rushing the words before we stop you. "She wanted to prove that I felt something for her. She asked for one kiss and if I didn't feel anything she would leave us alone. I... Fuck! I'm so fucking sorry, baby. Please believe me when I say that it's you, I want you! I'm a fucking idiot...aaaghhhh!"
Jasper slams your body onto the wall, his arm braced against your neck.
"I will fucking hurt you," Jasper whispers fiercely. "If she doesn't recover from this, I will kill you."
I can't talk... can't breath... there's too much pressure... too much everything.
I think...
I think I'm having a heart attack.
