Snippet #2532272

'Because I did all of it for you! For you, you ungrateful bastard, you,' I couldn't control my rage any longer. I stepped closer to him and raised my voice, lifting my arms to my sides, 'To protect you, to push you away! How do you think it felt? You almost died, Alec, because of me! And you didn't stop to question it once,' My fingers curled into tight fists, knuckles paled and tense, 'It was all I had to cope with it, with what I did! I isolated myself from everyone, I was completely and utterly alone, asking myself, constantly, why you...' I hit him, then. Not a collected, controlled blow. No, I didn't care about stance or position or any of it. I struck him on his chest with either hand, repeatedly, again and again, 'Why you hated me so much. And how could I have been such a fucking fool to believe it could have been any different.'
There were tears in my eyes now, but I held them back stubbornly, my nails digging into the skin of my palms. No. I would not give him this pleasure, wouldn't let him see. 'You never cared about me. Looking back at it,' another blow, higher, reaching for his collarbone, but I could feel exhaustion washing over my limbs, 'I wish it had never happened. That we had never happened.'