Lydia walked out of the club, taking in the warm air as she started walking down the street. It was late, dark, and the noise from the city was loud. Henry’s words kept rolling around her head, and she couldn’t make any sense of them. She rubbed at her chest. Why did they have to hurt? It wasn’t like he was the first man to call her fat and he sure wouldn’t be the last man.
The pain was something she didn’t understand. She’d been called fat or other names for a long time. Yeah, some men liked her, as she was pretty, but it had been a long time since they were intentionally cruel like Henry had been.
“Shit, Lydia, stop,” Henry said, invading her thoughts. She glanced over her shoulder to see he was walking to catch up with her.#p#分页标题#e#
She didn’t stop walking. The last person she wanted to be around right now was Henry. His cruelty knew no bounds. She’d done everything he asked after Darren got himself killed, and yet it still wasn’t good enough for Henry. When was he going to leave her alone?
“Fuck, you sure walk fast,” he said, walking in beside her.
“What? I walk fast considering I’m a fat person with a giant ass?” She didn’t even look in his direction. He was the last person she wanted to see.
“Look, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize to me. I don’t need to hear any words coming out of your mouth. I understand that you’re a cruel man, but I feel sorry for the other women. Oh, that’s right, they’re your whores. They’re paid to overlook your disgusting language and general hatred for our sex.” She didn’t know why she kept talking, but she couldn’t stop. “I’m not being paid to stay in your company, and I refuse to be a near a man who’s so mean and horrid.” She folded her arms over her breasts, trying her hardest to block him out.
“I’m really sorry.” He grabbed her arm, and she pulled away from his touch.
“You don’t get to touch me.”
Henry held her purse up. “You forgot this.”
She snatched her bag from him without saying a word. “Are you done? You can go back to your women. You know, the ones you pay to keep you happy?” She started walking away again.
Why are you angry?
You hate Henry.
This makes no sense, and you’re starting to sound like a crazy person who doesn’t know what she’s talking about.
If she wasn’t careful she was going to start talking to herself, and that would be too embarrassing.
“Wow, I think that’s the most you’ve spoken about in the last couple of minutes.” He held her still. They were stood at an entrance to an alleyway that would lead to where she lived.
“Ugh, you’re an insane, crazy, horrible man. You’re a murde—”
She didn’t get to finish her insults as he covered her mouth and pressed her up against the brick wall. “You’ve got to keep your fucking mouth shut. I mean it, Lydia. It’s fucking dangerous to be going and opening those lips of yours.”
Once again his touch awakened the desire in her body, and she hated him all the more for it. She’d seen how dangerous he was firsthand. There was no way she’d ever trust him enough to get close to him.
He released her face, and she stared at him, waiting.
“Don’t speak words you don’t understand.”
“I know what I saw,” she said.
“Seeing is not fucking knowing. You and I both know that bastard you were fucking would have killed you. I saved your life. I deserve a little fucking respect.”
“You’re mean and cruel.”
“And I’m never going to change, so stop taking what I say personally. I don’t think about what I fucking say, I never have. You’re beautiful, and you should already know how beautiful you actually are.” He cupped her cheek, surprising her further.
“I hate you.”
“Good. You don’t even know me.” He took a step back.
She went to open her mouth to growl at him some more, but the squeak of tires interrupted her.
Henry glanced toward the sound as a van with blackened out windows pulled up beside them on the road. “Fuck, run, Lydia.”
Three men poured out of the van attacking Henry before he got to his gun. She watched the weapon fall to the floor as they started to hurt him. Instead of running, she threw herself at them, hoping to stop them from hurting him. She hated violence in all forms.#p#分页标题#e#
She was no match for them, and neither was Henry. One of the men slammed his fist against the side of her face and slammed her against the brick wall. Everything suddenly went black.