“You look uncomfortable.” She whispered beside me. Of course I fuckin’ am. She just told me she was r***d by her ex asshole of a dickshit motherfuckin’ sad excuse of a man boyfriend who I want to strangle and kill with my bare hands, “If this is too much we can stop.”
“No.” I grunted out, “I need to hear everything and then I will say my peace.”
“But you promised…”
I cut her off, because I did, “And I know what I promised and I have full intentions to keep it.”
When she said this was this was going to hurt, she wasn’t kidding because I feel like my chest is going to fuckin explode, which isn’t good. s**t. I need to calm down before this gets too out of hand.
My hand squeezed hers a bit so I could try to ground myself, calm myself. And for the first time since I could remember, it was
