Re: Sonrisa: Sam A & Cris M
She shook her head hard. The whole time he talked, as close as he came, hands to her temples and him jostling her a little, and she just kept trying to shake her fucking head. Mouth opening and closing, and her failing at finding fucking words, when all she wanted was to find fucking words.
And she wanted to fucking PACE.
But he was right there, yeah? And that fact, the fact that he was blocking her, it made her so fucking worked up that she just screamed. Top of her lungs, not words, just sound, and then she shoved at his shoulders. And, ok, WORDS.
"ASSHOLE. You don't know me, huh? Is that it? I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE FUCKING GUN IN YOUR HAND. I don't care about that. YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED. That's what I care about. YOU. NOT HIM. YOU. Fuck, what if he tells someone? What if someone retaliates? What if he retaliates?" SHOVE, and paint went everywhere, and her head spun. Black and stars, and she shoved at him again. "DON'T YOU GET IT?!!?" More frenetic, and she was just flailing now, and it was more than this moment, yeah? She didn't get that, but it was the whole day, and it was more than this moment. "WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENED TO YOU?! It can't, ok? It can't. It fucking can't. Can't."