Vaguely aware that Noah had appeared and sat beside him, Korbin didn't look up to acknowledge the man's presence. The girl's presence, her voice and the very sound of her moving around was grating on him, nails on a blackboard, teeth on edge and a heavy feeling in hands that longed to choke something. The smug tones, the gloating instructions did nothing to help, and it was a miracle that the growl at the back of his throat didn't resound through the room.
Korbin kept his eyes closed, moved as far away from the woman and the food as he could get. Stupid stubbornness, absolutely, but he also didn't care to throw up again. Or give her any kind of opening, because even though it was vague, he remembered hands intruding on him, humiliating rocking and singing, being treated like a by someone only a fraction older.
"Get her away from me," he eventually growled, through clattering teeth. "Get that fucking stalker bitch out of my face!" He didn't care that Noah slept with her, or that he might get a fist to his face for the tone. It would not be the first time, Noah could get in line.
Korbin kept his eyes closed, moved as far away from the woman and the food as he could get. Stupid stubbornness, absolutely, but he also didn't care to throw up again. Or give her any kind of opening, because even though it was vague, he remembered hands intruding on him, humiliating rocking and singing, being treated like a by someone only a fraction older.
"Get her away from me," he eventually growled, through clattering teeth. "Get that fucking stalker bitch out of my face!" He didn't care that Noah slept with her, or that he might get a fist to his face for the tone. It would not be the first time, Noah could get in line.
In loving memory of when I gave a shit
KORBIN
HALE
HALE
