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wishes   I  would  ha ve  nev er  met   hi m.  Part  of  me  wishes   I  could  forgive

                hi m.
                    He   unw raps     hi s   arms   from   around    my   waist   and    pres ses    a   ha nd
                int o  the  mattres s  nex t  to  us.  He  pulls  hi msel f  up  and   then   sits  on  the
                bed .  His  el bows  res t  on  hi s  knees   and   hi s  ha nd s  are  drawn  up  to  hi s
                mouth.
                    I  sit  nex t  to  hi m,  kno wing   we   ha ve   to  ha ve   thi s  conv ers ation,   but

                no t want ing  to. “Naked  truths ?”
                    He  no ds.
                    I  don’t  kno w  whi ch  one  of  us  is  supposed   to  go  firs t.  I  don’t  rea lly
                ha ve  much  to say to hi m at thi s point , so I wait for hi m to spea k firs t.
                    “I  don’t  ev en   kno w  where     to  start,  Lily.”   He   rubs  hi s  ha nd s  down
                hi s face.
                    “How about you start with,  ‘I’m sor r y I at tac ked  you.’ ”

                    His  ey es  meet   mine,   wide  with  cert aint y.  “Lily,  you  ha ve  no   idea .  I
                am  so  sorry.  You  ha ve  no   idea   wha t  I’ve  been    thro ugh  thes e  past  two
                mont hs  kno wing  wha t I’ve  done  to you.”
                    I  clenc h  my  tee th  toget her.  I  can  feel   my  fing ers   as  they   fis t  around
                the  blank et  bes ide  me.
                    I ha ve  no  idea  wha t he ’s been  thro ugh?

                    I sha ke  my hea d, slowly. “You ha ve  no  idea , R yle. ”
                    I stand  up, the  ang er  and  ha tred  spilling  out of me.  I spin,  point ing
                at   hi m.   “You   ha ve   no    idea!    You   ha ve   no   idea   wha t   it’s   like   to   go
                thro ugh     wha t   you’ve   put   me   thro ugh!    To   fea r   for   your   life   at   the
                ha nd s  of  the  man  you  love?  To  get   phy sically  sick  just  thi nk ing   about
                wha t  he ’s  done    to  you?  You  have  no   idea ,  R yle!   No ne!  Fuck   you!   Fuck
                you for doing  thi s to me! ”

                    I   suck   in   a   hug e   brea th,    sho cked    at   mysel f.   The   ang er   just   came
                like   a   wave.    I   swipe   at   my   tea rs   and    spin   around ,   una ble   to   look   at
                hi m.
                    “Lily,” he  says. “I don’t . . .”
                    “No!”  I  yel l,  spinni ng   around   again.   “I  am  no t  fini shed !  You  don’t
                get  to say your truth  unt il I’ve  said mine! ”

                    He’s grabbing  at hi s jaw, squeez ing  the  stres s out of it. He  drops hi s
                ey es  to the  floor, una ble  to look at the  rage  in  mine.  I take  three  step s
                toward     hi m   and    drop   to   my   knees .   I   place   my   ha nd s   on   hi s   leg s,
                forcing  hi m to look me  straight  in  the  ey es  whi le  I spea k to hi m.
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