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“I…”
But then it hit me, what he’d done. What his question really meant.
Before I could stop myself, I was already out of bed, my hands slamming against his chest.
“You bastard!” I screamed, hitting him again. “You cruel, ugly bastard! How could you? You heartless, ugly bastard!”
Each word left me trembling as I hit him over and over. He didn’t stop me, not at first. He stood there, letting me throw the rage at him like punches that had been building for weeks.