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become.” He let go and I sucked in a labored breath, scrambling backward.
    Tears leaked out of my eyes as I coughed. “You knew I was there?” I sounded hoarse. I looked over at him. “You found me before she died?” I hadn’t expected this. Something turned cold inside me, something that was warm only for him. Something that had lived inside me since I was nine years old with just a stupid, silly crush. It froze like it had never been anything but ice.
    “I did.” He didn’t sound sorry at all.
    “But I could have…” I let my words trail off, my mom’s dead body flickering back into my mind. What would I have said if I had seen her one last time? I hated her, but I loved her. I would always love her, even if she never really loved me.
    “You could have done what, Faye? Screamed at her? Told her she fucking deserved it?” He clenched his jaw and he shook his head. His eyes were glassy like he was holding back tears.
    But I didn’t feel sorry for him. My throat hurt from him choking me, my voice was hoarse from how tight he’d squeezed. My mom was dead less than one hundred yards away and I never got to tell her how I really felt. She would never know how much she hurt me. How she destroyed my life and broke me down as a person. She will never ever know. Because of him . “You stupid asshole!” I lunged at him. He wasn’t expecting it and toppled over backward by the force of my weight. I swung my fist at his face, but he caught my arm like it was nothing, my blow never making contact.
    “That’s how you want to play it, Faye? You want to hurt me now?” He flipped me over, pinning me back to the grass.
    “Fuck you, Rhett. I’ll never forgive you.”
    “Good.”
    I tried to swing at him again, the anger burning away at my veins. I caught the bottom of his chin as he tried to jerk away. My knuckles seemed to catch on fire at the impact, but I relished the feeling, letting the pain burrow into my very soul and light me on fire.
    Rhett grunted and grabbed my wrist, pinning both of them on either side of my head. My chest heaved as I tried to pry myself from his grasp. I bucked beneath him and that’s when I felt it. His cock was hard as a rock inside his perfectly pressed pants. I went completely still and glanced down at the thick bulging outline of it. It looked so huge, so ready. Unbidden, through all my anger and rage, something hot and sweet liquefied inside me, flooding my cunt.
    A giggle bubbled on my lips and I didn’t even try to hold it back.
    “What’s so funny?” He eyed me and I could see it now. The lust and the hate dancing together in his irises.
    “You want me,” I said between giggles. “Of course I already knew after the other night…but after all this. After what I did inside. You hate me even more.” My stomach hurt from the laughter. I hadn’t laughed in a long time. “But you want to fuck me even more now.”
    His grip had loosened on my hands as he stared down at me and I wiggled one free letting it trail slowly between our bodies until I found his cock. I grabbed it roughly, fisting it through the material of his pants. He groaned, his eyes burning with barely contained passion. My heart sped up, my skin feeling too small for my body.
    I moved my hand up and down several more times. He didn’t say anything, didn’t move, as if I had trapped him in this moment forever. My pussy clenched ready to be impaled on his dick.
    He was all I ever wanted. This fucking monster that hovered over me now, this stranger. He used to be the guy I thought I could love. But now he was just another asshole. Another man too easily controlled by his dick. A guy who let my mother die and didn’t let me say... anything.
    He wasn’t expecting it when I released his cock and slammed my fist into his balls.
    A whoosh of air left his lips as he keened over next to me, releasing my other hand to cup himself. I scrambled away from him, disentangling myself from his long legs. My back met