Oh this is sooooooo cool!!!!🙄 It's a great idea to romanticize a toxic relationship with an excuse for a man who should be in jail. Just look at what kind of man is considered a "hero" today:
" I looked down at his hand holding me a bit too tight, then up to his face.
“I don’t need you to talk back to me. If I say it’s not safe, then I mean it. I’ll talk to Jagger.”
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“Is Jagger in trouble?”
“Not your business.”
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"I got up from the couch and walked back to the kitchen.
“Get me another beer.”
“You know, I do work at a diner, but I’m not your personal waitress.”
“That’s right, you’re not. I don’t pay you.”
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“Did you just shout at me?”
"I swallowed and tried to back up even more."
“Answer me.” He took one last step before he stopped right in front of me. "
“If you talk to me like that ever again, I will not hesitate. Understood?”
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"And just like that, all of his anger was gone. He was back to being the emotionless asshole he was before.
But who am I kidding? I like him better emotionless than angry."
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"The way he grabbed me back in the kitchen made me realize that I couldn’t trust him. "
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“Not sure what you’re on about, but you better stop. I’m not gonna take any of your childish bullshit, and if I were you, I would listen to what I say. Have I made myself clear, sweetheart?”
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"I had no idea why one minute he made me feel strong and powerful, and scared and unsure the next. He was messing with my head."
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"Hunter parked and got out of the car, walking around the front, and just as I thought he would be a gentleman and open my door, he took out his famous cigarettes and lit one. Feeling a bit embarrassed for waiting in the car, thinking he would actually help me out, I finally opened the door and stepped out."
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“Get the fuck in,” he shouted, his face angry.
Wow. “What the hell are you shouting at me for?” I couldn’t help it. I was tired of him taking his bad mood out on me. But as I found out quickly enough, that wasn’t a good idea.
"Hunter’s hand grabbed the back of my head, twisting my hair around his fingers and gripping tightly. My skull hurt instantly and I couldn’t help but let out a small cry."
His eyes were burning with sudden rage and the veins on his neck stood out. “How many more times do I have to tell you not to fucking talk back to me? I said to get in the fucking car.”
"I knew I didn’t do anything wrong. I was being nice, trying to help him by asking if he was okay. But he snapped and got violent."
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“Why are you here?”
"So you can forgive me,”
You have to accept my apology.”
I narrowed my brows. “What apology? You never said sorry"
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"How do you expect me not to cry when you fuck with my head like that? I’m tired, Hunter!” I tried to push him away from me, but he pressed into me and now put both of his hands on my head.
“I’m not doing it on purpose.” Despite his careless handling of my body, his voice was soft and almost pleading.
Believe me, sweetheart. I don’t mean to hurt you.” His eyes were begging. Not sure what for, but he was definitely hoping I would just drop this subject and move on. But how in the world could I just let it all go? He treated me like shit. He was rude to me every time he opened his mouth and his ruthless behavior was messing me up. He might not even realize that but I knew fighting him was senseless"
“You never said sorry, Hunter. I think you don’t really get the concept of an apology.”
Now he grinned. How dare he? God!
“I do. Now you just have to forgive me and everything will be okay again.” His tongue touched his bottom lip and his eyes left mine to look at my lips. “Come on, Low. Say it. Say you will forgive me for what I did and said to you.”
I knew it wasn’t right. Letting him get this close when he was drunk was probably the most stupid thing I could’ve let happen. In the end, Hunter was still, well…Hunter."
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Something about his arms around my waist and his lips moving against mine fought back all the thoughts in my mind, burning with the hope that I would stop him from getting any closer. But I wasn’t strong enough to fight back. To push him off me and tell him no."
"No wasn’t a word he took well. I think that had been made clear multiple times in the last few days. And to be honest, I wasn’t going to test that theory out again."
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Ok, now just look the reasons in his head that make him treat her like a shit:
"I never even had to try catching someone’s attention because the attraction was always mutual. They saw me, came up to me, and asked if I was up for some fun. I always was. Girls were easy in this city. They weren’t very talkative and liked to head straight to bed without hesitation."
"I liked them easy. I liked them willing and wild. I liked the way they didn’t even need to know my name or where I came from to let me fuck them."
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"I wasn’t a good man. I had hatred in me. I wasn’t sure where it came from and it sure as hell bothered the fuck out of me. I had a shit past. But then, most people did and they didn’t go around hurting people or messing with their heads. That’s exactly what I was doing to Harlow."
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"I hated myself for letting her see the evil I was. The hate and my abusiveness toward her was nothing she deserved. Her past was fucked up too, just like mine and Jagger’s."
"Jagger, my best friend who I trusted most in this life, had no fucking idea how wrong and twisted I treated his little sister. His beloved sister he had to protect from a violent and sick father at a young age."
Go figure, I was now treating her just the same."
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But then, I wasn’t sure she was even capable of hating someone. All the things I did to her in that short time were horrible. I was an asshole. I fucked up. Yet she was there, letting me suck on her perfect breasts and make her moan my name on the damn kitchen counter."
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"A father was supposed to care. A father was supposed to protect their children from evil, not be evil to them himself."
"Understanding that just alcohol made him do what he did was not easy. Alcohol’s a drug that takes control over your brain and you don’t even realize it. It was normal for some to get angry while drunk. It’s a side effect. It could also make people emotional…Hunter, for example."
"But this wasn’t about the guy who messed with my head and feelings. This was about the guy who ruined my childhood, who messed up any idea of a family I ever had, but who thankfully made me realize that I had at least one person who loved me."
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“Wanna tell me what the fuck has gotten into you, Hun?”
“Not really sure, sis.”
“You hurt her that night and went ape-shit on her. I had to drive her home while she was crying and then you had the audacity to sit in your car outside her house, observing her like a creep. And now you wanna tell me that you fell in love with her?”
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Yes, so what this book shows us? If you have problems with abusive parents, the best way to treat yourself is to relate to another abusive idiot! Congratulations to the author! Great way to romanticize violence against women! 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 I hope she doesn't have daughters who are treated that way.