Snippet #2531888

'What the hell is the matter with me? Oh, you have some nerve!' I pushed him with both my arms, pushed him further away from me so that I wouldn't be so close to his lips, so close to his blue eyes, accusing and condemning. 'After everything you did- to me, to us! You dare,' I took a step closer to him, forcing him to walk backwards towards the kitchen counter, 'You dare bring Christy and all the other Christies home, parading them right in front of me. Not once, did you think of me, not once did you care.' My voice was still low, coming out in a hiss, full of anger and spite. I never had the chance to do that when we broke up. Well, now I did. 'In one night, you almost got us killed- I saw you beaten bloody, Alec! In one night, you managed to shatter my heart in a million little pieces and not once did you care! About what I lost, what I had to go through, seeing you..with them. With each one of them. You didn't miss any chance to show off, to touch them, to bring them home, to let me hear you...with them.' I pressed closer against him, an accusing extended finger pointing to his face. 'I was there for all of it. And through these months, you never wondered what it felt like for me. You were never there for me. It's as if...' My voice caught, a lump in my throat. I looked away, stepping backwards and turned my back to him, trying to calm down my breathing. 'As if I was just one more of your flicks. Which I had accepted. I should have accepted it. But it's like you enjoy hurting me like this, over and over and over again.' My eyes hardened and my voice was dangerously low. 'In that sense,' I said flatly, 'You're no better than Gareth.'