I bite my tongue and refuse to look at him, hurt and anger boiling up inside me. I have the inexplicable urge to punch his face in, but keep reminding myself that it wouldn't get me anywhere.
"Her husband," I reply for her, looking down.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I glance up, tightening my jaw, and look at Rayah. What'd she do with the ring when she - I find the golden band missing from her finger and my heart almost stops. It's happening all over again.
"Ray, tell him," I say, not allowing myself to lose it in front of this b*stard.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I leas Alex outside and whisper him the news. He takes a step back and looks at Jace. "You! I was dating her first you Jacka**!" He yells, shaking his head.
"Alex, Calm down I-"
"Just shut up!" He yells, swearing multiple times.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I don't know what to do, just standing there and watching. I don't want him talking to her like that, looking at her like that, but some twisted part of me feels sorry for the guy.
Great. Maybe after punching him to near death, I'll take him out to ice cream, I think sarcastically.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I watch Rayah, studying her reactions, and my heart shatters a little more at the fact she's sad he left. Not wanting to screw anything up any further, I head for the back door.
"I-I'll be back. I need some air," I say, careful to not let my voice crack.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
For in everything it is no easy task to find the middle ... anyone can get angry—that is easy—or give or spend money; but to do this to the right person, to the right extent, at the right time, with the right motive, and in the right way, that is not for everyone, nor is it easy; wherefore goodness is both rare and laudable and noble. — Aristotle