"Mr Williams, please" "Stop calling me that!" he yelled at me. "You do not have the right to yell at me, Ethan," I said, standing up to him. I have tried to avoid this confrontation, but it appears he will not let me. I got up from my seat and approached him. "You have no right to shout at me. Is there anyone who has the right to shout? That would be me." I locked eyes with him, glaring at him because I was so angry right now. He grabbed my hands with his own and slapped himself repeatedly. I struggled to free myself from his grip, but he would not let go. I was weak. I am not strong enough to fight him. I just want to be left alone. He knelt and hugged my hips, pleading. "I am sorry, Cupcake. I never intended to hide anything from you. Trust me. "I wanted to deal with it myself." He began to explain himself while sobbing. I was also in tears. But it also hurt. And I am jealous. How could he? I am angry not just because he kept his problem from me, but also because he was with
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