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18

Each man has a built in kind of resentment against any kind of authority.

~Major Reisman [The Dirty Dozen]

My blood run cold as the words left his mouth and his eyes bore into mine with a mix of different emotions flashing through them. I could tell he was thinking but couldn’t quite find the words to ask what exactly without triggering me. Quickly I tried to pull my arm out of his hold but he wasn’t having it.

“Is it Marcus?” The question flew past his lips following a growl.

“What, no.” I finally managed to pull my arm away and take a step away from him.

That didn’t sit well with him because he took a step forward.

“Just tell me, is it him or any of the guys at school.” He told me and I couldn’t believe his words.

“No.” I retorted.

“Then why the hell do you have bruises on your arm!” He whisper yelled narrowing his eyes at me. “Your neck too! Geez Lyra who the hell is hurting you!”

My head was now spinning, the headache intensifying as I thought of a response that was anything apar
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