Re: harry/mj: toxin
Another harsh laugh, and it wasn't Harry's voice again. It was her father, seething that she had the audacity to accuse him of hurting her. She looked at him with glazed greens narrowed, and she stepped closer, this time in arms' reach. "You never hurt me," Mary Jane said with shake of her head like she couldn't believe him, and she shoved him once. "Are you delusional? I love you, and you've done nothing but hurt me my whole fucking life." Another shove, and a frustrated scream, and maybe this just looked like theatrics to him, but something was setting off in her. Her heart hammered a little in her chest, and she was hearing phantom whispers again. More harsh this time, and even though Harry was Harry once more, she felt the hot breath of her father in her ear telling her to be grateful that someone could even want her.