Worse for Better- Book #1 in the WF Series

Chapter 10: A Kick

"Do I make myself clear?" he spits right in my face.

I nod as tears that I can't control fall onto my cheeks.

He throws me harder against the door, and a whimper that's forced not to come out still comes out, and I try to not let it happen again while he's here.

"Your parents are at home, don't come back looking like that," he pushes me away from the door and walks out.

The door shuts behind me and the entire time, all I could think about was that he did that sober. He was in complete control and he still hit me. I know I'm supposed to love him, but...I need to wash my face. I just need to wash my face.

I stand up with a grunt and walk over to the mirror to see if he made me bleed. Thankfully, he didn't.

I see my water-filled eyes, though I ignore them as I run my hand through my hair and pull out the clump of hair that's been pulled out.

"Everything is going to be fine," I repeat to myself as a whisper. "Everything-." A hiccup comes out. "...is going to fine." I nod as I look at the handful of hair I'm holding.

I look in the mirror and wipe my tears away. I tug up my lips and try look happy once again. Once the cold water I've patted under my eye has calmed my puffy eyes down a bit, I step to the door while also trying to walk normally and like I'm not in pain. The minute I step out after taking very deep breaths, my face is met with a really hard body that makes me take a step back suddenly which my genital area was not prepared for.

"Watch where the fuck you're going," a deep voice demands, and I know exactly who it is by the deepness and vibration that just ran through my veins.

I look up at Roman, and then a little to the right to see Carson looking at me dead in the eye as he's talking with the rest of the guys on the football team. I know he saw me look and bump into him, and even though it was an accident, I don't want what happened in the restroom to happen again so I don't want to take any chances.

"Yell at me again," I quietly demand up at him urgently.

He looks at me confused, and he's really not helping me at the moment.

"Why the fuck are you whispering?" he asks in his normal tone, and I hush him down discreetly instantly.

"Just yell at me," I command.

"I'm not fucking yelling at you," he thankfully lowers his voice and states.

"You just did it two seconds ago!" I whisper-yell at him.

Why's he being so infuriating? I accidentally bumped into him, he yells at me. I tell him to yell at me because I'm desperate, he doesn't and lowers his voice.

"Will you just yell I hate you to me!" I give him a pointed look as Carsons' eyes watch me like a hawk.

"Hell no," he stubbornly says, and more frustration builds inside of me.

Fine.
He's never going to forgive me for this.

"I'm so so sorry in advance," I apologize beforehand.

He's about to ask for what but I'm a step ahead of him.

I kick him right where the sun doesn't shine before he can react or stop me, and a pang of guilt consumes me because that was so wrong and I feel like such a disgusting person. I feel even worse as he squints his eyes and bends down in pain, and I wish that I could help him.