Tracey squirmed uncomfortably. She didn't really know what she wanted. Pushing and shouting angrily had relieved the soul crushing sadness if only for a time. Did it not for Heidi?
"Maybe," she admitted. She had wanted Heidi to push her around. Maybe if she treated her roughly, meanly, aggressively she would be able to embrace her anger. She had no idea where that might lead, but she doubted it would be drugs and depression.
Besides, that's what Tracey was used to because of Sara. Things with them were always rough. Tracey never realized it was so Sara could hide any feelings she had for her.