Chapter 80 Eighty

• Maria
• I hate him. I have to if I want to survive. I don't dare look at Mikhail or I'll weaken. If I do, I'll try to find something decent in him worth hanging on to. My mind will spin his bad behavior into something good. I'll argue his savage behavior is evidence that he really does love me. I can't do that. I have to keep my head together and ignore my own fickle feelings. Fucking baby hormones.
• Mikhail lets me go and I rub my wrist, though it doesn't hurt. Maybe it's childish, but I want to rub the feeling of him off me. I toss the phone onto the desk, ashamed when I stare at the desktop, and instantly, I remember what we did there as if seeing it all again.