CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

I pin my lips in a thin line and shake my head, storming back into room. I hear the front door slide open and shortly after closes. Heavy footsteps approach me where I'm arranging my clothes to leave.

"Lily. It's not what you think."

I turn around and throw the fastest thing I can grab at him, the pillow. "Then, what is it? Tell me." I yell loudly. "You fucked a woman again, the same night we were intimate."

"Lily." He makes a move to me.

"Don't call my name." I'm so mad, I don't even want to listen to him. "Why did you fuck her?"

"Lily, listen to me." He shouts at me.

I quiet for a while then scream again. "Maybe, you know what , I think you deserve everything you suffered back in Italy because you don't care about anybody but yourself. You love hurting people because you are immune to pain. You're so used to pain that nothing can hurt you again. You deserve the rape, and starvation and..." I stop. I'm gone too far. I intend to hurt him but I know I shouldn't have brought his traumat