that they shake.
"He grabbed my arm." I pull my legs up onto the couch nervously, casting my eyes around and lowering my voice a bit, "And he like, touched my leg..."
He gazes at me through narrowed eyes, taking in my behavior. "You're lying to me...I know when you lie. I can fucking tell you're lying!"
I finally give in, sitting forward on the couch, throwing my hands up and raising my voice with my confession. "He grabbed my chair, ok? Between my legs, and he was...fuck...his thumb just..." I sink back into the couch with a sigh, unable to find the words. I'm ashamed. I feel disgusting.
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?" he wails, he fucking screeches at the top of his lungs and it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. There's no doubt in my mind that he knows exactly what I mean, even if I couldn't say the words.
He storms into the bedroom, emerging just seconds later. I see him checking the round of his gun, making sure it's loaded, shoving it into the waistband of his jeans as he crosses the room quickly headed toward the front door.
"Lex!! What the fuck are you doing!?!" I jump up from the couch and bound across the room in a panic. I've never seen him get this hostile so quickly. Part of me is flattered knowing that he's so quick to throw down for me, but then again I don't need him just running around shooting people.
"I'm killing that motherfucker." He reaches for the door handle, but I grab his arm at the elbow, pushing his back against the closed door.
"Would you fucking stop?! He just came in to scare me, and to talk some shit about you!" I push on his chest when I say it.
"Talk shit about ME!? " he screams out, twisting his face in disbelief, gesturing towards himself with his hands.
"Of course he was, what the fuck do you think Tony wants with me? He has nothing to say to me, I barely know the motherfucker. Calm the fuck down!"
I storm back across the room and throw my weight onto the couch, seething, but he's right behind me, finger pointed into my face. His face is cloaked with rage, fire behind his ice blue eyes, hand shaking in my face, the other clenched at his side.
"No! That's fucked up! Why does he have to fuck with you!? If Tony has beef with me, he can come knock on my fucking door!" His hand flies out toward the door in a maniacal gesture as he screams, "And that is completely aside from the fact that he laid his fucking hands on you, which will make me kill a motherfucker faster than you know!"
He clenches his fists, body leaning forward as he curls in, rage consuming his entire body. I've never seen him like this.
"You better not be fucking around with him anymore and I mean it. If he gives you shit again, you fucking call me, and I'll handle the shit. I don't want you talking to Tony. Shit like that pisses me off...god-fucking-dammit!" He pushes his forehead into his palms, squeezing his eyes shut tight in frustration.
I hesitate for a moment, casting my eyes down. "Oh shut the fuck up already. You don't have to treat me like a baby, Jesus Christ..." I mumble.
He drops his hands to his sides with a scoff and laughs, shaking his head slowly, running a hand over his hair. "Yeah...ok...you think that shit. And Tony is gonna keep fucking with you and then you'll see. But I'll tell you what, he's gonna be at Fabian's party tonight, and I'll take care of that motherfucker there."
I snap my gaze up to his. "Fabian is having a party tonight?"
"Yep. And you're not going." He says it matter-of-factly, raising his eyebrows at me.
"WHY!? That's bullshit...you can't tell me what to do!" I shriek, narrowing my eyes at him.
"You're not going, Leala. I don't want you around Tony, period ," he commands, crossing his arms over his lean chest, and I scowl up at him from the couch.
"Well if you won't let me go then I'm staying here and waiting for you to get back!" I retort, raising my eyebrows and pursing my lips. I'm gonna get my fucking way. I hate when he bosses me around.
"No...you're
"He grabbed my arm." I pull my legs up onto the couch nervously, casting my eyes around and lowering my voice a bit, "And he like, touched my leg..."
He gazes at me through narrowed eyes, taking in my behavior. "You're lying to me...I know when you lie. I can fucking tell you're lying!"
I finally give in, sitting forward on the couch, throwing my hands up and raising my voice with my confession. "He grabbed my chair, ok? Between my legs, and he was...fuck...his thumb just..." I sink back into the couch with a sigh, unable to find the words. I'm ashamed. I feel disgusting.
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?" he wails, he fucking screeches at the top of his lungs and it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. There's no doubt in my mind that he knows exactly what I mean, even if I couldn't say the words.
He storms into the bedroom, emerging just seconds later. I see him checking the round of his gun, making sure it's loaded, shoving it into the waistband of his jeans as he crosses the room quickly headed toward the front door.
"Lex!! What the fuck are you doing!?!" I jump up from the couch and bound across the room in a panic. I've never seen him get this hostile so quickly. Part of me is flattered knowing that he's so quick to throw down for me, but then again I don't need him just running around shooting people.
"I'm killing that motherfucker." He reaches for the door handle, but I grab his arm at the elbow, pushing his back against the closed door.
"Would you fucking stop?! He just came in to scare me, and to talk some shit about you!" I push on his chest when I say it.
"Talk shit about ME!? " he screams out, twisting his face in disbelief, gesturing towards himself with his hands.
"Of course he was, what the fuck do you think Tony wants with me? He has nothing to say to me, I barely know the motherfucker. Calm the fuck down!"
I storm back across the room and throw my weight onto the couch, seething, but he's right behind me, finger pointed into my face. His face is cloaked with rage, fire behind his ice blue eyes, hand shaking in my face, the other clenched at his side.
"No! That's fucked up! Why does he have to fuck with you!? If Tony has beef with me, he can come knock on my fucking door!" His hand flies out toward the door in a maniacal gesture as he screams, "And that is completely aside from the fact that he laid his fucking hands on you, which will make me kill a motherfucker faster than you know!"
He clenches his fists, body leaning forward as he curls in, rage consuming his entire body. I've never seen him like this.
"You better not be fucking around with him anymore and I mean it. If he gives you shit again, you fucking call me, and I'll handle the shit. I don't want you talking to Tony. Shit like that pisses me off...god-fucking-dammit!" He pushes his forehead into his palms, squeezing his eyes shut tight in frustration.
I hesitate for a moment, casting my eyes down. "Oh shut the fuck up already. You don't have to treat me like a baby, Jesus Christ..." I mumble.
He drops his hands to his sides with a scoff and laughs, shaking his head slowly, running a hand over his hair. "Yeah...ok...you think that shit. And Tony is gonna keep fucking with you and then you'll see. But I'll tell you what, he's gonna be at Fabian's party tonight, and I'll take care of that motherfucker there."
I snap my gaze up to his. "Fabian is having a party tonight?"
"Yep. And you're not going." He says it matter-of-factly, raising his eyebrows at me.
"WHY!? That's bullshit...you can't tell me what to do!" I shriek, narrowing my eyes at him.
"You're not going, Leala. I don't want you around Tony, period ," he commands, crossing his arms over his lean chest, and I scowl up at him from the couch.
"Well if you won't let me go then I'm staying here and waiting for you to get back!" I retort, raising my eyebrows and pursing my lips. I'm gonna get my fucking way. I hate when he bosses me around.
"No...you're
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