I attacked. I couldn't help it. I just gave the hardest right hook of my life. He stumbled back, aviators flying. I gave the second hardest left. He fell in the cold slush. I jumped on him, sitting on his chest, pinning his arms.
"Why? Why do you hate me! You can't ignore me!"
"Who are you?" he almost whispered. God, no...
"Who the fuck are you?" he sat up a little. I crawled back in the wet snow towards a wall. "I don't know you."
"Don't!" I called horrified. "Don't do that." he got up and walked toward me very quickly. He grabbed my wrist.
"FUCK BITCH CUNT SLUT WHORE SKANK SHIT DIRY CAKE LICKER!" he screamed in my face.
I couldn't talk. My words lost. Forgotten maybe.
"Your a whore. Who can ever love you?" I knew he didn't lie.
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