LILY
I had a headache.
That headache had started three nights ago, when Martha had decided to come out with a sentence that had made my skin crawl and feel like Marcus’ hands were on me again, and hadn’t stopped for a second.
Headache was, and had always been, the other side of the coin of being angry, for me.
“Come on,” Connor said. “Again”.
Just as he spoke, a new rush of annoyance swept through me, and I gripped the steering wheel tighter.
He was the main source of my headache, mainly because it was he who made me so angry … and that anger towards him also made me angry towards myself, because I knew he didn’t deserve it (or at least all of it). I just couldn’t calm down: whenever I saw him, or heard his voice, the image of Jane touching and caressing him as they kicked me ou
