Chapter 81

• Anger rises inside of me like a volcano about to erupt spectacularly. I’m floored; I can’t even formulate a response. It’s all-consuming, pushing down any rational thought after the week I’ve had, the month I’ve had, the heartbreak I have sobbed through, and my lack of self-worth because of men like this shithead right here.
• I spin and impulsively slap him hard across the face with the force of all my pent-up emotions from the last week and all the shit Jake has put me through. The strength of the impact stings my hand, and I recoil, gasping in shock as it reverberates like a throbbing pulse through my wrist, shaking me back to sense.
• What the hell did I just do?