Could I really do this? What have I become? What had I allowed her to do to me? I'd become a complete stranger, how much of one I didn't know until this moment. The moment where I was about to rape the mother of my son. Fuck. This couldn't be me I wouldn't let it be me, I'll have to exact my vengeance some other way, but it wouldn't be by forcing a nineteen year old girl to my bed no matter what she'd done, and no matter how much I still wanted her. I threw one of my old college t-shirts at her and climbed in on my side of the bed. She'd spent five nights in this room, not this bed though, I'd gotten rid of that one, couldn't stand to look at it after she left knowing we'd never share what we had there again. Besides her scent had been embedded in the damn thing and was driving me crazy. She was still standing where I left her with my shirt in her hand a confused look on her face. Good that made two of us because I didn't know what the hell I was doing anymore. Why I couldn't bring myself to hurt her the way she'd hurt me.
