[chapter four]
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This story is gonna be darker, and deal with serious, sometimes disturbing
issues. Just so everyone knows. Okay? Okay.
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~Faye's POV~
"Were you fucking flirting with him, Faye?" Matt roars as I cower in the corner.
"No, Matt! I swear! He talked to me, and that was it. I only talked to him for a minute to be polite! I swear!"
"You fucking whore!"
"I swear, Matt. I swear!"
"What have I told you about acting like a fucking whore to every man you meet, huh? HUH?"
"Matt, I swear…"
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It doesn't matter what I swear.
It doesn't matter that I'm going to be black and blue tomorrow.
It doesn't matter.
Because Jimmie smiled at me. And that made those blows from Matt worth it.
Because a man was nice to me. For no reason except to be nice.
It doesn't matter.
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"Wow. That's a helluva bruise." Jimmie says with concern, pointing to my shoulder, where my shirt has shifted to expose the dark bruise on my shoulder blade.
Why do I have to keep running into him where Matt might see us talking?
Matt's waiting for me in the car. I'm just in here to pick up a few things for dinner and who do I see?
Jimmie.
"I know. I banged into a door. Idiotic." I say, pulling my shirt back to center on my back. "How…um…how are you?"
"Good." Jimmie smiles widely. "How are you? Picking up a 2 liter of Pepsi like me? I hear it's your favorite."
I can't help but smile in return at his memory.
"I'll be sure to. Thanks." I say, biting my lip to stop myself from smiling.
"Well, I gotta run. Having a few of the guys over for dinner. I'm here on a pizza and beer run. Talk to you soon, though, I hope." He answers easily. "Tell Matt I said hi."
I nod. "Sure." I say with a wave as he hustles towards the frozen foods section.
Sure. I'll be absolutely sure not to mention you at all.
Not unless I want a black eye in
the morning.