“I can.”

“Get out of my way.” I moved to go past him, but he blocked me, trying to rest his hands on my shoulders. “Don’t touch me! Get out of my way!”

“Let me talk first!”

“You can’t do this, get out of the way!” The helplessness in him forcing me to stand in front of him had my anger roaring its ugly head. I tried shoving him, but he wouldn’t budge. I squeezed his arms, trying to cause him pain so he would move the fuck away, but he wouldn’t; all the while he repeatedly told me to calm down, to stop so he could explain. My whole body flailed wildly against him, and I began smacking him across the chest, screaming for him to move. Then I slapped him as hard as I could across his face. He took a step back, wide eyed and shocked.

In that moment, I felt he deserved it. And I liked the feeling of what I’d done, of causing him pain physically as if that might remove the pain I was feeling emotionally. My hand was tingling, on a high, wanting to slap him hard again. Little did I know this was the beginning of the end, and that my assaults would only get worse with time.

His eyes went red with unshed tears. He looked absolutely betrayed and hurt by me, and I could actually see him trying hard to restrain his own anger. He appeared conflicted, chaotic, and lost. I hated that this look was already thawing on my cold heart and that regret for hurting him was actually setting in. I tried to fight it because I wanted to feel angry. Anger brought on a kind of high in me, and it felt good dispelling it. It was almost like a drug, giving me a release I enjoyed in the moment but had me crawling in a hole of remorse after its effects died down.

I stood, stunned at this revelation that I liked what I just did. What the fuck?

“I didn’t cheat on you,” Jaxon whispered, keeping the distance between us. “That was two weekends ago, when I told you I was going to be picking up Trevon from the club he was at because he was drunk as hell. I waded through the club trying to find him because he wasn’t out front like he said he would be, and he wasn’t picking up his phone when I tried calling. Some girl shoved her way up to me, tried feeling me up. I told her to stop, but she wouldn’t. Then she grabbed me and tried to kiss me. She managed for barely half a second before I shoved her away. That’s all that picture was. You can look at it yourself and see my eyes were wide open and my hands were against her shoulders right before I pushed her away.”

“Why didn’t you tell me then?” I retorted, feeling the anger surfacing again, only it was much fainter than before.

“For a few reasons actually.” His voice went flat as his eyes. “For one, I’m used to girls throwing themselves at me. I’ve been fighting them off in those kinds of situations for years now. Even at the bar, right in front of you, they march up to me. I never go to them. I never mislead them. I don’t flirt. I don’t do anything that would even border betraying your trust.

“What happened then was a passing in thought. I didn’t think anything of it because she barely touched my mouth. She copped a feel for a split second. For another, if I told you about it, this is the kind of reaction I’d get. Now why the hell should I open up to you when you blame me like I’m the cause for somebody else’s actions?”

“You lied by omission. You could have brought it up and nothing would have happened–”

“That’s not true,” he interrupted icily. “You would have blamed me for something, as usual. I can’t do right by you anymore. The last few months have been an uphill battle. I’m walking on eggshells all the fucking time because you get so irrationally angry and shut down, and I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve it.”

“You lied,” I simply said. I didn’t want to hear about my faults. I was too proud to think my actions were wrong. In my head I was justified and right. In my head even I was denying how fucked up I’d gotten. “You’re a liar. Which reminds me, I bumped into Doug at the bar tonight.”

“Doug?”

“Doug Mackenzie.”

“Okay?” He looked confused, unsure of where I was headed with this.

“He told me that he wanted to take me out to Prom, but that you threatened every guy at school from coming within a foot of me.”

He groaned in exasperation and raked both hands through his hair, looking up at the ceiling in disbelief. “Christ, Sara, that was almost three years ago.”

“More like two, and it doesn’t even matter if it was ten years ago. The fact remains you lied to me! You knew how hurt I was that no one wanted me, and how badly it effected my self-esteem.”

“I didn’t want anyone taking advantage of you that night. I wanted it to be perfect without the pressure to give out to some dick head that wanted your body.”

“No, you were selfish and wanted me to yourself.”

“Absolutely!” he agreed heartily. He licked his bottom lip and took a step forward, leaning down to my level. “I wanted to protect you. I wanted you to be happy. I wanted to hold you to me and see you smile. I wanted to be the guy that gave you that smile, and when I thought about that shit, I realized how much I pined for you. I knew I loved you then, and I wanted to have you before any other guy did – and not sexually either, Sara, but as a whole. I was terrified you’d fall for some guy and I’d miss my chance.”

“Selfish,” I had the audacity to repeat, holding onto the lingering anger in me.

He exhaled, disappointment clear in his face. “I don’t know why I do this. I unload my heart to you and you just don’t give a fuck. Fine, fine, I’m selfish. Is that what you want to hear? You’re right, Sara. I’m selfish and I lied. I’m sorry.”

“Whatever, Jaxon.”

“Yeah, okay.” He rubbed his red eyes, fatigue causing his shoulders to slump. “Where do we stand?”

I shrugged. “Don’t know.”

“Do you even care?”

I shrugged again.

He shakily breathed out, and the physical pain caused by my actions was clear as day on him. “Sara, I… I love you, okay? I don’t want to be without you. I want to work this out. I can’t live without you. Please forgive me. I won’t hold back ever again. Please, talk. Tell me how you feel.”

How did I feel? Like I’d been betrayed. Like his explanation was shady. “I don’t know how I can trust you, Jaxon.”